Saturday, May 14, 2011

Hello my name is Lindsey

Believe it or not you get what you see and maybe a little extra add on every now and then. I'm nothing special in mine own eyes but to you im the world. Why is that? I wake in a happy symphony. thats how i start it off right. No i don't sing in the shower, but only because i can't stand to hear my own singing voice. la tee da. life goes on. i roll with how the wind blows. NASCAR is GAY! left turns only --boring. how about some street drifting, zigg -zagging.  Be my pomegranate burt's bees lip balm!! educate me. sell me. tell me a secret only if your breath is fresh. whats that twinkle in your eye. i spy something striped fruit flavored.  i work here and there. feels like everywhere, but i'll take on another if i have too. taking care of buisness... that's my perogative. help me to understand what it is about that password. i know theres a meaning behind it all. Something we all feel as if we have grasps on... but yet we are the ones actually clueless. clueless in the glass dome. It has a name and we shall call it Sander.  There goes the terms. i knew before thats why it took me three years before now. are you kidding me? grief. if you say so. i like it just the way it is. nothing different. if you could see me for who i am. not this movie you have made up in plan. i am serious when i say this. please note im not who you think i am.   i'm not electronically inclined to hook up your crap. so don't ask me too because it will be jacked up. it should have a warning. im the warning. like when i don't eat in a timely manner. BEWARE it's not something you want to face. so yeah  call your boss- nevermind he already called me. who runs it!? i run that shiz-not! you and i can tango if you want to?it might be your last day. and i'll have confessions later. orange peeling now. wax on wax off to be continued. to the basement people.  get in the car  your not old enough to go. and he is going to find you. you spoke words of wisdom at some point. what happened? you did this last time. it's totally fricking unfair. whatever whatever i do what i want. may i please have a strawberry and mango apple juice smoothie? no. why? because i said so. i'd sell my heart. but you can't afford it. How many times a week do i have to pull gray hairs from my head? not fun. and im too young.  stress stress stress. i know it all to well. how about i just dot it in the eye? maybe i will. don't test me. back owed for nothing. and i say the end.

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