The silver lining of clouds shines on people Jesus couldn't save.

I think I have an ulcer right smack on the centre

of my lingual frenulum, ow.

I'm saving up for an acoustic guitar,

a round-trip ticket to Costa Mesa Californ I-A,

college,

a scottish-fold.

I apologise, I'm staring at the

content of this page and am disgusted

at...

fuck, I'm being so damn banal.

Going to dig out my old phone,

which is held together with tape and elastic,

and sieve through the little

boxed-away compartments of my heart

in the dark now.

The kids don't stand a chance.

Just oh god oh god craaaaazay eyes

hey it's barbar, don't end up like me,

not that I think you will,

seeing that you have a class called

The History of Rock Music

and a lot of time free.

Just functioning til friday

then it's back to your usual transmission

tiny tractor's life is a ball of mad.