Think I Said Too Much, Think I'm Bread Too Much

i conceive that i was pretty unfair to her. tuning up them strings for the remedy of painful things. and whose to think i wasn't thinking? whose to say i haven't spoken? but i'm firm and my words mean more to me than grand-pop's tobacco pipe burned. and in the flutter of things, i was dumb blind by the order of things, and in no time was i border-overed, but also not too sober and smoked too slow her side on my times.

like almost every word was typed to the margins' maximum and bold font reading aloud from "words that will guarantee to break her heart". and each one of those words, i wrote down in the start. and every one of those words was spread quick until it reached simply, a lot. so much in fact, as to furtherly distract me from the public setting. public setting; that's what i believed to be forgetting for the mystery of what my mouth running can really do for me. talk talk talk talking like the wind or some other typically hippy, new age, positive outlook bullshit. and to quote, "Revolution Evolution". outlasting bombardments of drugs and high wage consequences. no pay circumstances, pay-day fantasy bashes, pro rate mentality trashes, and brain cell reconstruction fashions.

so she up and walked from her seat. how k, way to beat fucking feet. t says he's just hungry so there going home and making a late dinner. clapping fucking hands for mr. bread-winner. so she's up to her tall building, looking at the painted ceiling, remember that ancient feeling, and yeah he's really been through shit and through hassle.

but on my drive home i spent some lonely time. turning the roads until nearly fiveam. I was blinded by the bedsight but god, it just felt good to lay cozy, in my sunlight. and on that long drive, k i realized; Sony's fucking cheap. the several disks we've bent and twist from too much controller clicking, flicking of the wrists. and i'm awfully shamed by that drunk guy singing to the blue light and how your eyes weren't worth his real time. but now you're grown, and now you're obligated. i'm still shown by the things that irritated.