I let my fingers do the walking and they’re doing it right. they’re doing it, right? then let me snap. do what’s best for all involved parties. cast a spell if the occasion’s appropriate. practice magic for old time’s sake! for better or for worse, play along. The show is on.
it’s not over.
but it fragments.
right around this point…
it’s like i don’t know what to say anymore. i could use a script to memorize. a written line, a spoken word pre-cursed before i have the chance to command it. rehearsed and practiced, readily enchanted by …
real housewives, real world, and reality shows. taking city after city. so hard to keep up, try as we might. try as we may. there is a graduation in may that i might not make. but then again, maybe i will. well, now we’re off topic.
Remind me one more time what we were talking about. I am forgetting. I keep getting… lost. It’s okay, though. It’s not that bad.
it’s fine, because everything is going to be alright. that’s what i write, that’s what i will. it’s a commitment, it’s a deal, and i know it’s real because i feel it and it feels so good, so how could it possibly be anything else? i being myself being me.