p.s.

i wish i was classy.

" lets go into the church, watch a funeral, a christening, a wedding;
lets leave, not looking at each other...why dont we live like that?
or lets sit in the cemeteryin the trampled snow;
lets breath lightly, and let you trace with a stick palaces... "

and im done. over and out.
[done. did i say done? i meant scared. i am scared. and done. scared of being done. [?]]
[ p.s. i wishwishwish imaginary friends were real. ]

Posted 2/7/2005 3:02 AM