Sunday, July 8, 2007

snakes in my stomach. swallowed medusa head. the wine didn't tell me it'd be so mean. who cares who cares bring on the happy. all the hangovers in all the world i dare you to cure this happy. this deep-seated happy burning my esophagus. eso-faggus. oh-so faggot. why? why dictate who deserves sunshine cake an open bar a dj and awkward toasts. we're citizens too. we're humans too. michael jackson's a freak but he made good music man, and i wanna dance again. dance, dance forever. we're falling apart to full time. it's running out where is it going why won't it stop why can't it speed up or jump around without wasting moments? i wanna dance. girls just wanna have fun. i just wanna have fun with my girl. my beautiful girl. how amazing to fall in love repeatedly with a phantom. she is real but not in front of me yet. key words. we will bring happy back, yeah. them good old boys won't know how to act. again and again old friends will crawl from the woodwork. maturity kills awkward silences. be yourself, like the genie says. love each other. swim in the happy, there is nothing wrong with that. we can remember old times and dust them off for nowadays. young once or young for as long as you are willing to work for it? i'll be young until i die. if i don't die first i'll grow old. she is my neverland. she is my happy. i take her everywhere. in my pocket. even her name is the most beautiful sound and thing to look at. life is a dance party. will you go through life with me? and dance and dance, and dance and dance and dance and dance? and then beyond? and may we search for each other again next life? dance some more? can we play this game forever? because it's fun. painful fun wrapped in mystery but oh it reminds us we are alive. my beautiful girl keeps me alive. someday we'll send invitations. kiss at the off-key crooning of a love song. chicken-dance our way into happy. it's pending. looming. waiting. just have to get there. not waste time to pass time until then but fill time in the mean time. distance is the enemy of time. but love conquers all. so bring on the long islands. hey mr. dj, put a record on. i like this song, i do i do.