Incessant Chatterings of Yours Truly

I'm surprised that you've never been told before that your lovely and you're perfect and that somebody loves you.

Something corporate - if u c jordan.

I remember you said you went to a concert in some shitty ass building. And how he lit his piano on fire and climbed on top of it and started screaming 'fuck you jorsan' as it burned under him.
That struck me as so powerful. I was envious. And how passionate you got. How I loved watching you get like that.

Something corporate - Konstantine

Do I need to begin? This is one more than one of your cds you made. Boys about girls. SoCo. We bothe loved this piece. So beautiful and heart wrenching. I'm gonna cry. 11 minutes of heart wrench gut twitching joy. I remember sitting in your room or sitting in my cold ass livingroom with you and we bothe groaned, then laughed. We didn't change it. But you came and sat next to me.

I love you.

Something corporate - punk rock princess.

Reminds me of nights drinking in garages and dancing, holding onto eachother loosely, then coming together, singing at the top of our lungs

Sr 71 - politically correct

Smelly ass neons with dead snakes rotting in them. Debates over what the best part is. Car rock.

Kill a kitten - stephen lynch.

Reminds me of sitting in the S.S. Skylark pirate ship. Rocking out and curled up with ya, laughing and singing along. And freaking out about the walken impression.

*whispers* kill a kitten. Mark my words cause from where I'm sittin. You can't go wrong if you kill a kitten.

Sing me something soft, sad and delicate. or loud and out of key. Sing me anything.

Sing for me, peacock.

I would kill for this. Just a little bit. Just a little bit.

Straylight run. Exestentialism on prom night.

Next song: the christopher walken bit for stephen lynch.

Walken really is the fucking man.

Right now, I'm at di and julie's house and I'm sitting on a balcony. In perfect weather. With dr crown in hand. Music on diems phone. You'd love this. I miss ... so many things. Why aren't you here drinking and talking about how over rated carlos santana is or how dinosaurs had the right idea with the whole carnivore thing or philosophies in the last kurt vonnegut book you read?
Fuck, ad.
And this couldn't be a worse and better songlist. These random songs on diems phone.

Stroke 9 - little black backpack
''. ''. - vacuum bag
''. ''. - kick some ass
Straylight run - exestentialism on prom night.

I remember how glycerine was the first alternative song you heard. And how that made you feel infinite and not so alone. Like you found home.

I love you, Peacock.

I just don't understand. You know how I hate that.

Sing like you think no ones listening. You would kill for this, just a little bit.