Saturday, July 13, 2013

When You Realize, Mid-Explanation, That You Don't Know What You're Talking About.

"We don't really have a lot of options." -A server, at a restaurant, about salad dressing.


 What is a baseball?


 I think I arrived late to the yard sale.


The moon, and yellow light.



"There are Fireflies in Chicago"


I wonder if you're thinking
I wonder what he's up to right now.

Have you seen that movie?

Maybe you have a tattoo.

Sometimes, my friends,
Who you don't even know, 
Make faces that remind me of you.

I can't believe what moving on would mean.

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After a certain point, we stop spending time with our friends in their bedrooms.  

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