When I woke up this morning
As I looked at the magazine clippings up above my head
hanging from a single thread on my ceiling,
I couldn't fucking remember how they got there.
I know IIII put them there, but where, why and how did I get them?
I
know Derrick gave me them, but I don't know why.WHYWHYWHY
WHY THE FUCK CAN'T I REMEMBER ANYTHING.
Someone help, seriously.
I can't remember what happened yesterday
I can't remember what the fuck I ate for dinner
If I even ate. . .oh my god.
I'm clueless.
I don't remember why I like 0.5 led pencils
I don't remember why I prefer pens over pencils now. I don't remember I don't remember I don't remember. I could type that a thousand times before I actually can recall something.
I think before I went to bed last night is why I don't. It's to blame.
When I'm really stressed, I picture my whole entire body on a green chalkboard.
Yknow, the ones from elementary school?
Yeah, I'm naked. Fully UN-CLOTHED and there's a floating eraser, erasing my body part by part nostril by nostril. x2 everything.
If I were you, I wouldn't do this.
Because you might accidentally wipe your memory clean.
QUESTION EVERYTHING!
-why?
your name is kayla
ReplyDeleteyou like .5 lead because its sexy
which is also the reason you like pens better
because they are also sexy
we colaberated and put all of that stuff up on the ceiling, but you put a bansky poster up and i like it, its really nice
and i like your chalkboard concept
although once i promised you to wipe your memory of something
and you wiped your memory of everything except for what i told you :)
Hey there's that chalkboard you talked to me about again.
ReplyDeleteI think that also explains my sudden memory loss as well.
I love how everything you write is significant. And beautiful. Without trying.
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