um, apparently--

some people want an explanation of sorts.

this could take a while

mic check, mic check

uh oh

cripes

it's gonna take weeks to sort through all this
i blame hilters stashes

"Fish gotta swim, birds gotta fly--"

--and apparently i'm desperately in love with someone
i'd really appreciate it if that person would take a bow
so i could
like
meet you

ya know?

um
i'm kinda busy in the first place
so like
uh, there's this thing called email--
c ya cyrano

truth v.2 my ashole`

in two months?
never

"Friday the Thirteenth?"

"you bastards"
"--eedeeot--"

Ok, i have no idea hat you thought but--

--all my electrical receptors have been realigned.
So whatever you thought you knew
frilly heck if I know what you're on about.

Fill in the blank.

It's all blank.

Who are you?
How are you?
Now, why?

Yeah, i'd like to watch tv and poop easily too
you?

"She's a fucking robot."

said with that viscous mix of awe and bland confusion.

"geezer"

brown coat
another song i wanna track over
ok, so, i got a thing for the accent maybe, ok?
oh well
another lie told
another bit sold
so much for the heart of gold

ok, where the hell is everything disappearing to?
where's a whole chapter missing already
sheesing fuckfuckity

"Now, What Happened to the Cable?"

oy gavolt.
just shut up.
i've already missed eveyrthing i would wantt os ee unless it will be rerun forever for the next year.

i'm swimming in a sea of unconnected cords, mannequins taller than me in heels, and discs up to my elbows.
Not even talking about the pain. Not even going there.

back to the bedroom with thee, computhing. it looks like the electro daisy chaining stars there again.

what i wouldn't do for a good stick.
not a club, a stick.
two, even.

"--and when i get that feeling, i want--"