you can be anyone on the telephone line. tv can hide one's flaws also. *listening to savage garden's santa monica* life's nice. don't build a kapitbahay into one's life. yung kapitbahay is bitchy and tells you it is easy to see an asshole next block. anyway, life's nice. i ain't no bitch and asshole. cute ako, no.

today is fault and see. i can't find decent glasses to drink juice about. i flung a dozen down to pieces. i was so galit. yah. i gulp down stuff only physicians allow and it's fun to think about. i don't exactly hate the way i tend to be this life. football? okay.

i found a note in the inbox saying i win big cash. i laughed at it. i will definitely keep the note and tell people about it. it gets i a high. wealthy na ako.

In Santa Monica, in the wintertime,
The lazy streets so undemanding
I walk into the crowd
In Santa Monica, you get your coffee from
The coolest places on the promenade
Where people dress just so
Beauty so unavoidable, everywhere you turn
It's there.
I sit and wonder what am I doing here?

But on the telephone line I am anyone
I am anything I want to be.
I could be a super model or Norman Mailer
And you wouldn't know the difference
Or would you?

In Santa Monica, all the people got modern names
Like Jake or Mandy
And modern bodies too
In Santa Monica, on the boulevard,
You'll have to dodge those in-line skaters
Or they'll knock you down
I never felt so lonely,
Never felt so out of place
I never wanted something more than this

But on the telephone line I am anyone
I am anything I want to be
I could be a super model or Norman Mailer
And you wouldn't know the difference
On the telephone line, I am any height
I am any age I want to be
I could be a caped crusader, or space invader
And you wouldn't know the difference
Or would you?

Or would you?

But on the telephone line I am anyone
I am anything I want to be
I could be a super model or Norman Mailer
And you wouldn't know the difference
On the telephone line, I am any height
I am any age I want to be
I could be a caped crusader, or space invader
And you wouldn't know the difference
Or would you?

is one so ugly singing this song?
hah.

tonight and today

now is the instance to sing a song about asia. just like a usual boy. let's play chess, eat good sandwiches, and gulp down good pink soda.
why does the sky get to be so bloody pag nag-ulan? like sci-fi scenes. it's so good to know it is possible soon.

today:
scooby big big top
cielo pants
light tan shoes
fwench nails and upper canada bath soap, see online details to get facts

today, as these things say, i exist.

anything? she does not mind, she does not mind, she does not mind.

let's think of a new faith. such a faith calls to the constellations when it's daylight and the sky owns not they at such instances. how's the faithful?

be stickier.

we know no fault at all. the ziergs had attacked. hide. we know no judgment error. be close. we know nothing not beyond perfection. we hate persons eating our lunch without calling to God. we kill. we kill persons. then we wake up much more perfectly okay.

---slovakia's and latvia's and lithuanina's and romania's little petals falling up the sky at hidden instances of the day when you feel so sleepy and would like to see a constellation hanging. cute.

we know no fault.

---Russia, a girl with a very special name.

i tend to be apathetic about people who fall about she.


---talong

because i would like to be with she more than at all times.
life is as easy as getting to know songs you can't even listen to.
i hope to be up to a 10+ decades old.
then i can kiss a toad. life's okay.

do you know the way about the path closest to sleep? i know more than truth about it.

---papaya

you get to be so sleepy when it hits those instances you'd like to see a constellation close. i think it's genetic. one's had just like one's own mommy.


---God's little toys.

in Romania, feeling not a pain about any loss at all.

hello folks.

people and things and sights

i think of things and occasions which supposedly is best to be non-fiction. like eating lunch. yah. i hate the thought of losing you. yet you left. so which of these things is a lot to the thinking? none at all. i get nothing watching the blue skies when it's not with you. like xxx videos in the closet. i know i'll get to you although i get sad. life as it is is life 19.0 and things within such topic about. how's today?

to lolita:

life is good. go.

oh, why

today is so good. like a song. it's so known and odd and good. pass the soda and get a bite about this pizza.

today. i get to be in sleepland again late. i knew. then those who took it out of the thinking get to be so lucky and i end up in a lost planet to be sold as cold soda next day.