When I first saw you,
You looked at me, you saw me twice, more than three
Times will change, and time
Is here to stay, I feel you
Mr. Guy
So bring it
I ignored your deliberate stares
Since I heard by the lake
That you were gay
Some time we’ll see
Probably not so soon if it’s up to me
Taken by the words that
Your mouth keeps spitting and sending and smoothing
I fall into a complex
When you walk and talk to me
Just bring it
All you’ve said are lies
And I should’ve noticed your previous art,
Of knowing the right things to say
And known scenes to act
Just bring it
You were great and
It’ll be a while before I forget
The you,
The who that I thought I knew
For no reason ever
To explain heart vibes and sighs and signs.
God damn you
Brought it,
And I’m gonna bring it to you but
I’m gonna hum it

6.23.2009
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About Me
- Betty Spaghetti
- GAMEPLAN: Travel. Experience danger. Love everyone; mostly you. Have a good day. Write a book or two. Kill self at the end of the day.
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- So much.
- But ...you picked me. You ..picked me.
- I'm not exactly proud
- I don't remember. June 22, -09.
- Allow me to set the scene:
- The rest of the week.
- You never know what you have, until...
- All I'll ever want again is:
- So far, I'm quite the little princess.
- ILML.
- Lessons learned today:
- PLEASE KEEP THE REPORTERS AT BAY.
- Sometimes I can't talk about it.
- OMGOMGOMG.
- Well, well well.
- Plane Discoveries.
- So now, what does this really mean?
- Okay. I will be fine. Ha
- I'm bummed the fuck out. RIGHT NOW.
- Florida Aventures.
- Hey, Ann; where ya goin'?
- Places I want to go (at this point):
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