An exercise in automatic writing.

Today my lips are glass and my tongue is velvet and all day it's been lips and tongue and lips and tongue, and me, with chicklet teeth. Peach fuzz and velvet, glass lips and chicklets and me with nothing to say. I try to stay quiet so no one will catch on. It's only a few words before everyone's in on the joke. I'm going to breath stronger from now on, like that kid with blue hair. Oxygen is blue, and formula is cream, and akimbo tastes like vegetarian soup with watery broth. And me with nothing to wear! Who needs clothes when they're alone? Who needs clothes when they're together? Dolphins like to have their tongues stroked, and I think I would too, seeing as my tongue turns out to be velvet. Who wouldn't like to touch it? I'd like to have a small little tongue like a scratchy-pink petal I could use to clean out your ears. I'd like to see you around. I know a boy, and you can tell by his hair that he swims in the sunshine; in the light it always looks wet, in the water it always looks bright. We spent an afternoon in slanted treelight folding daisy chains out of clovers. I hope I never love anyone who loves life less than he does. I will. Jaded is my favorite type. Just my type. Just my typical day. When they ask me when I die what I accomplished, I'll say "I did it wrong, but I do wrong better than anyone I know."

My wrongs are my favorite ways. My ways are my favorite wrongs.

The candlelight was licking my silhouette
And the the hair on my neck danced in the air that you moved,
Walking past.
I was in love with you then,
And now I remember this moment
Long after I've forgotten your face.

What do I do on a Tuesday when it's raining?

i've known your name for seventy two hours.
i've been living for you for three days.
have i crossed your mind?

Lose the things that you want to keep
Forget the things you regret you regret
Stay up to watch sunrise before you sleep
Forget the things you forget to forget

Take a deep breath
Sleep in someone else's arms
Tell me that your world's so sunny
And I'll still be gone.

She said, "Moments always seem so much more beautiful when they're over. When you look at the past, you know what you had then and lost, what you lost then and gained. The past is always so warm and wistful because you know what comes after. This moment, right now, you and I are lying with our backs on the grass and watching the stars. The air smells sweet, and it's a beautiful moment, but It can't compare to the beauty of even yesterday's breakfast because it doesn't mean anything yet. The trick, I think, is to learn how to live in a constant state of nostalgia in the present tense. This moment means as much now as it will when we look back on it, we just don't know it yet."

you think i'm not looking

when you slip past the glass

but i've seen your face outside my window.

we read each other's diaries

and pretend we're strangers

it's just another

little while before i love you.

All I need's a little space
I just can't face the face-to-face
And all these things,
Like wet concrete,
Are weighing down my boots.

Afterwards, the best part. Our entangled bodies looked like blue ghosts in the streetlamp-light falling through your open window. We fell asleep.