and four times ago in the beginning of belief.

what have you brought me, day? when did you switch sides with night? bridged for land mass. I was out in that car again. i needed plastic and i traveled south. spent all day curled up with a twist in my stomach. hair draped in my face, moving over a cement floor. scratch marks lining every inch. four layers from heart to air. i was wrapped in warmth, and could only imagine my breath hanging there. the sterile air and some soundtrack. the kind that pushed me to the wall and slid my back to the floor where i stared at my legs akimbo imagining them dead. like those notes took the bones from my body. oh late night, where are you now? friends from ten years ago, where are you now? every truth and lie, where? and again. some ancient date, that ancient. date. whew, for a minute there i lost myself. tilly was a fun show. i drank too much, and forgot to get my credit card, but it was only 11.75 when i went and grabbed it tonight. I then continued drinking and watched napoleon dynamite with sarah. Everytime i see that movie i think about how when i was younger i would always see napoleon's name with the imagined last name of blown-apart. I had this image in my head of him blowing up and all. Then one day i was reading a magazine and saw a comic with that same name and a very similar image to the one i always imagined. Then the movie. weird, huh? how many fucking times did that intro thing play? after what seemed like a forever i realized i could hear this stupid music over and over and over and over. thanks for talking, cause i needed to. (that will make more sense when you get the bright eyes cd i'm working on). and it's about february fifteenth. his birthday. i feel like we may have both said enough amazing things to fill books from now until paper doesn't even exist anymore. Not that either one of us could recollect a bit of it. or maybe it's better that way. It was only around for the time it left your mouth to the time it hit my ear. our sentiments never had a chance.