Phase the Ninth: One day in middle school, I wore red rubber flip-flops with purple-striped toe socks, just to elicit reactions from my peers.
Pickle pickle, try to stay free it’s really hard. Mommy, how do you draw ice-cream? Can you help me draw ice-cream? Headphones are a disgusting concept, ear waxxxx. Zig zag hip-hop tip-top shape, shapes circles squares triangles, red blue yellow, primary. View fall 2008, view summer 2008. The record plays to the beat of my heart…like a metronome. Painting is so optical, so translucent and delicate and wet. Eyeballs wet, paint is wet. Waoww, Waoww. The kind of sound that you’ll never know. Weird how songs sneak into your thoughts. How can a song get stuck in your head? Sweetie, you need to eat at least half of your bagel. I should get paid to eavesdrop. Oh God, it’s almost HER birthday, THAT should be fun. Is this worth anything? Is anything worth anything? Let’s try descriptive phrases. Daydream dizzy daydream, purple clouds and silver. Petals fall, glisten cascade roll. So loose. Change this song nowwww please. How do you record thoughts? You can record what you hear, but what is a thought? Meta meta meta. I should do this without music on, but I can’t. They are a part of my thoughts…maaandarine. If it was summer time, I’d probably take you home and we would smoke and rhyme, but now you’re through. That wasn’t me, that was john gold. He’s great. Simple soul, tingle fold, mean it glean kick team lick. Blank – really? I wonder if Weeds has downloaded yet. You can’t do this, because it’s too meta. Dammmmmit. Paradise is not so far away – really john gold? I beg to differ.
