tell me the truthyou know, i read somewhere once that human brains are all connected through impulses. or wavelengths. and if you think hard enough about someone, they'll have the sudden urge to think about you too, in some way, shape, or form. for awhile, i hoped this was true. for awhile, i hoped you were real.i really thought that if i kept holding on, you would too.or at least that you would try. but the funny thing is, i'm standing here now, and there isn't even the slightest bit of shock on your face. you always said i was predictable, but this is different. this isn't right. it's the blankness. the stare. the empty look in your eye. it's the total
009. DriveTake away the stop signs, the traffic, the lightsTake away the buildings, everything in sightNo more police cars, no more rulesNo more slowing down for schoolsLet the pedestrians walk a different wayThe street's a bad place for children to playI'll drive to the place where the sun setsI'll run over all my former regretsLet me have freedom, make me feel aliveJust leave me to the open road and let me drive
NOT LIKE THEY'RE ANY LESS WEIRD.
I made another one for a friend since she saw and wanted it.
"I'M SO GLAD YOU MADE ME ONE.
NOW I GET TO CALL YOU MY SLAVE!"
we have cows, but we don't have colors.
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Uh...I could do black and white but that doesn't seem very cowish.
ahaha.
nah. it's okay.
I was just giving you a hard time.