2002-09-08 | I TOOK HER ASS TO MCCOURT

i used to dread the day that dreads would be nothing but a little secret locked in the mind of some revolutionary white guy who really understood the sentiments of rastafari

but now that everybody and their sister is tied up in the fad, i wouldn't be surprised to see the afro make a comeback

thursday is the day when everything falls down, and it doesn't even matter if you wear a night gown

Just wear something comfortable, like a sweater made from Huxtable, because the things that you'll experience will make you eyes light up like Edison, but make all your former thoughts combustible

orchestra versus symphony, and hi-hat versus tympany, i used to date a Tiffany, but then I had some sort of epiphany

I found out that she didn't love me for who I was, but she loved me for who she thought she wanted, but then she found some things along my map that made her want to stop at the youthfal fountain

I thought that when she was coming down the mountain, that her addiction would've passed, but she was down for sticky situations, and beautiful moments that wouldn't last

we lived so fast, and she died so young

i'm not sure if she's alive, and the jury is still hung

on whether or not we still could be, it's hard to say without getting a migraine

I chased her so much that I developed a permanent side pain

she played so many head games with me, I thought she was good at soccer

One moment I'd be her boyfriend, the next she'd call me a cock blocker

I should've got her those contacts, because she couldn't tell who I was at times

She'd be slapping me and kicking me, and have her tongue in my mouth at the same time

she told me that she loved me, but she was looking behind me alot

maybe there was a guy with a cue card behind me, or she couldn't make eye contact when she got caught

god forbid she show some true feelings

i tried to show her some depth, and a few other aspects of my self

but i couldn't get her ego off the ceiling, and her pride kept falling off the shelf

mostly, it's sad, but i probably miss the physical

and i feel bad because i never got that last chance to make her feel miserable

and we barely even fucked, and i still loved her so much

i would've been happy just to keep kissing her, and to feel her gentle touch

but something inside me tells me i should've got in one more session

but i guess she fucked herself enough times to learn that eternal lesson

i guess i wanted her to take a piece of me with her, and who's to say she didn't, but it's all academic now, if she could put two and two together, it would still equal one genuine individual, and one twisted and selfish cynic

i do admit, i was a little more shallow back then

but i was nice enough to try and make it work, even when she insisted i was just a friend

"do friends hold hands?"

yes, and apparently they trade bodily fluids, and devour peices of flesh that sit over a million or so different sweat glands

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