life's lived.
cutie is asleep. cutie is a cat called barbara. cutie has she's eyes closed and now is smiling. cutie dreams. have a nice day.
today is the sky. tomorrow is a rainbow. now is an ocean. you are a poem. im a can of soda called pepsi. comb your hair and wash your face. the mirror says you may now peep.
conclusion: play highstreet5. then get to it. a few instances of sex. fucking chances called actual life and a thing called sleep. constellations fall at once because i said so. then you left. the sky also fell. so, how's today?
now, we went to place i saw once last night. but it was uncalled. untitled. i think it left us. then it went back just to show us the heck of it. yellow skies. blue seas. pink colas. green sandwiches. such a place called we.
oh, pilyo. i remember our happiness we.
laugh. call?
clothe you in songs called sad. pilyo?
now is a poet who eats the sea. now is a poet who eat the sky. now is a poet.
dear boo boo and beloved pilyo:
like the glass filled with liquid which is hued pink. like a cute nail polish i call usual hue. like a notebook not so useful today with the class notes blots. like you. like i. i hate being happy. and i used to be sad. now? no. any instance i call you and i is so okay. but please don't play any song like this again: no ordinary days by yeng c.
so.
says hello 
hello goddess of soda cans. hello sky high sad songs. hello constellations of sad songs. cute.
beloved we. so much we. weeping we. we. the sky and we. ka ko ke k. the cuteness of we. the niceness of we. the fun of we. ordinariness, hello?
