throwing in the vowel.

it's getting a bit tiring. in fact pana is pissed about the fact that i have been a heap of firing neurons for too long a while now. each sentence begins with one thought, lost in the middle then fraught with confusion about this other one and then ends with the thought that rescued us from that damn quagmire of self obsessed insanity. i was reading a split-end somewhere on this plain and i wondered who it was that was supposed to follow that set of instructions...it's obviously not me...i don't get advice anymore...i get colour changing watches that don't even work...i can look but never touch...i can touch but never wear...my watch doesn't tick but it ticked me.

i was just talking to a split-end...
my favourite one of yours.
i was talking about the one time
they mistook you for a horse.

to live up to their expectations
you pretended to be just that
until somebody discovered
that you were now a cat.

you mewed your way every where
and later had to bark...
but i liked it best when you were you
and with me in a park.

hahaha maketh no senseeeth. so anyhoo...i'm thinking about...sometimes you have to unloooaddd...got to go...get around angry chicken. so so so purty. i'm tired...of this week...don't want it to end...it has had its perks...perks...perky...hahahahaa...poly...is back.