i like listening to other peoples conversations...

there is a waitress sitting next to me on the phone with her dad. she is southern. i cant figure out where she works but she is talking about a 30$ lamb plate some women ordered last night. when the woman got it she wanted it cooked a little bit more and she sent it back. the cook barely did anything to it and sent it back out. the woman complained again and wanted it cooked more. this girls asshole boss started yellying at ther saying that you cant over cook lamb. that isnt the way it should be done. RED?

yuck. LAMB? yuck.

i would like to know her. i think. maybe. she is talking of familiar places.making a living for years past and present as a waitress.

i am so hot right now. hot and tempted to go to the beach alone.

her mom is sick and in the hospital. such a nice girl. to call and check up. YALL. missing yall. i want my yall back.

throwing love down south. blowing kisses thru a cell phone.

i dont get that anymore.

i miss him. "3,500 miles away. but what would you change if you could?" you seem to be doing well for yourself. i want to come and see you in alabama. i have today and tommorrow off.

"something in the way"

you moved.

"3,500 miles away"

i miss you. i guess that you should.

you are a light to live by. all i wanted was for you to be my sattellite. but you dropped out of range. my signals cant reach you. you tuned them out anyway. i mean all that i say. i just wish i could follow them. i wish i could follow you. id follow you home. id sleep in your room. id help you get up at 4 am. id help you mix, stir, pour, repeat.

i need the sun in my hair again. i think you loved me then.

but you fell away. way down south. to far for me to follow.

i wonder constantly where you might be fillng space, the shape of your body. a new cavity invades my heart everyday.but that day you made a cavern.

and this cant be a story of lost love. because you didnt even care. but i will wait for you in baton rouge. miss you down in new orleans. i know we will meet again soon. but until then, all i can do is dream.

if i could win the lottery. i would pay my bills for a year in advance, and take my car, and janiece to see you.

we miss you. she cant say it. plasitc mouth, with plastic lips. mouth devoid of tongue and teeth. but i can see in ther painted eyes that she misses you. she sways her hips less and less. she only wants to dance for you.

and me too...

id do anything for you.

anything you'd ask me to.

i know your in a big empty house.

i just wish i could share it with you.

miss...spare a dollar.

spare an hour

talk to me

tell me what you see

what youve seen

what brought you here?

NOW. TODAY.

why are you going that way?

i almost started with i want

why do i always?

want so much

start with that?

why do i do the things i do?