slip.

we could go walking through a windy park.
or take a drive along the beach.
or stay at home and watch t.v.
you see, it really doesn't matter much to me.

today. i feel the body is ready to die. she's giving up on me.
i wonder why we must function the way we do.
is it really necessary.

cat stevens,
sing my pain away.
xo. miss mandi.

AP english. makes me nauseous. as do three posts a day.
sorry friends.
the earth is round. not flat.
i am glad we know that fact.
if i had a dozen red balloons right now, i think i would suck the helium.
and leave the corpses taped to my ceiling.

oh. how i find it horrible that i know nothing about history.
just about the death dates of certain celebrities.

new phrase. volcanic.

i'll always remember you like a child.
john lennon. and thirty years. of the beyond. on the 8th. of this month.
and elvis seventy six years of age. on the 8th of next.
may they rest in piece.

i wish frank sinatra were my next door neighboor.
because. when i am older. i want him to sing my wedding song.
"love and marriage." what a great man.
what a great. great phrase.

the body. oh the body. why must it hurt me so.
i feel ill. what if i die. will you come to the funeral.
i will make sure you get an invite.
speaking of funerals.
fact: i love them.
it sounds eerie. it's not.
death isn't the end.
hearing of lives lived is a peaceful, thoughtful, fulfilling experience.

sleep is calling my name.
but the play won't allow it.
fact: everytime there is a cello solo. there is a death.
when elvis died. many were heartbroken. i know i was.
his music hits home. especially the slow ones.
and his "thank you." makes me swoon.

but. don't worry. be happy.