Wednesday, April 29, 2009

--peaches

How are you doing,
How was the movie,
Didn't you laugh when the man exploded,
How was your dinner,
How is the weather,
Isn't it muggy for this time of year,
And i'm sad that you're not here,
But how do your feet feel,
How was the plane ride,
Were you light-headed when the thing took off,
How is your hair done,
How has your work gone,
Have you been busy from the get-go,
Darling I'm sad that you're not here,
I'm finding it hard to wait all day,
I wanna callyou up and say,
How is the scenery,
How is the shopping,
Did you buy clothes and spend all your money,
Dow is your coffee,
How are you coping,
Have you been hoping that i'd call you,
Honey I'm sad that you're not here,
There must be a million times a day,
I wanna call you up and say,
How is your hotel,
How is your mother,
Does she get angry if you haven't called her,

How is your novel,
How is your guitar,
Did you eat peaches with your yogurt,

Honey I'm sad that you're not here.

Sentences. Gotta love 'em.
I'm in love. Guess who, Batman.
Brits are sexy, lawyers more so, and I love niggers who hate hip-hop.
God, I love you.
xx

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