Oh freddled gruntbuggly
thy micturations are to me

As plurdled gabbleblotchits
on a lurgid bee.
Groop I implore thee
my foonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me
with crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts
with my blurglecruncheon,

see if I don't

Compliments of Douglas Adams' Hitchhiker's Guide to Galaxy & Wiki

You should share, more
We must learn from your experiences
You are an example
Share, ******!

We like you.  See?
We use your words.
Imitate your dress & style
Learn all your songs.

Give us more
Show me how to think like you?
Be my guru
*I'll be right back

Keep your eye on the line of it
As it comes toward your face

Relax before it connects
Inhale as it hits

your brain
Jarred in it's pan

Breathe in
And aim for their ribs

Small things dispensed with a shrug that make most people cry and rock.
Groping around at each other mentally,

Hold me lightly,
hold me tightly
random minutes of total understanding,

as we  plead mendigas,
Things unexpected
from the people the world know.

I can't remember a word
you spoke to me that first year
Except that you loved me

Argh!
I remember telling you
you never spoke to me.

You laced your way
around the delicate fabric
of time to give me
this period of leavening
as we travelled different directions,
your gift of ages.

A love so large and hope as thin as a filament.
A broken heart is no small thing.

As I try to shrug.

He only advised how better
to cut my own throat
Was in my head,
taking liberties in my sleep,
was humiliated.
Says he's gettin it
Talked to priest.
Says break. Seek help to avoid harm others.
Advised no rage of own,
afraid of abnormal carnal behavior with no trigger
He said pull that trigger
and it runs down my legs
humiliated


The songs start *** & go with me
Let's get married
Then later Jamie's got a bug
Later still when the saints go marchin in
Things you should know
Memories swirling around **** king
Silver foxes, nasty needle games
to make a Blood Queen

Stating the Obvious
He rarely smiled.
He does not listen to me when I talk.
He thinks I'm being vapid when I tell him about my day,
When I just wanted someone to share it with. Anyone at all.

He does not make time for me,
unless I have money to spend
He insists I'm hurting his feelings.
He's always saying goodbye to me,
And calling me emotional,
When I complain.

He looks me in the eye for ten years,
yet I din't know the color of his eyes
He avoids my gaze.
I flinch at his touch.
He becomes irritated at my questions,
When I just want to know him.
That is all.

It is because,
He likes someone.
Who is not me.

So don't ask me,
Why I don't say hi when I get home.
Why I refuse to answer your questions.
Why I didn't greet you on your birthday.

It is because,
I like someone.
Who is not you.