Monday, May 12, 2008
she wants to go home
saddest thing i can ever hear is when she says she wants to go home cuz that means what you think it means it means shed like to tap out. once upon a time i knew someone who wanted that and they tried it. only problem was the angels were all yeah naw. and i wanted to tell her that when i was in highschool id drive through the cornfields look into the sky and say im ready to get picked up whenever you dudes find me cuz i felt like an alien sometimes. i felt like a ufo. ultra fuckedup outsider. so i know how she feels except the bad thing for her is i dont know if theres a california for her to escape to to fit in with. i dont know if its actually the place for her the way it was for me. i think its something else. what if your dream is to be a midget in the circus but youre almost six feet tall what if what'll save you is to be the next qb of the packers but youre a girl what if the answer is to bowl more or to snowboard what if the key to the universe is in the dumpster outside your apartment but you dont do a lot of dumpster diving any more. what if you feel like everything you say will come out wrong so you dont say anything. when deep down all shes thinking is say anything. she asked, why do people reproduce i said youre asking the wrong man she asked whys everyone so set on marriage i was all, again, dont ask me she asked why if you have all the answers are you alone i said in la youre never alone which is why i belong here.
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