Day 3

temporarily alive

lizzie,

temporarily alive...not quite sure what that means but it pretty much describes how my brain is working right now. i feel really bad that i didn't get to see you tonight. i should have set my alarm or something...i miss you.

well, since i am kinda out of it, i think i'm going to read some kerouac and maybe get the ol' notebook out if something starts to emerge from this dead-battery head of mine. hope to see you this weekend...

hugs and kisses,
sleepy S

p.s. i think you'll recognize this one:

Yeah, all those stars drip down like butter,
in promises, a sea.
We hold out our pans, lift our hands to catch them.
We eat them up, drink them up, up, up, up

Heyyyyyy, let me in.
Heyyyyyy, let me in.

I only wish that I could hear you whisper down,
mister fisherman, to a less peculiar ground.
He gathered up his loved ones and he brought them all around
to say goodbye, nice try.

Heyyyyyy, let me in. yeah yeah yeah
Heyyyyyy, let me in. Let me in.

I had a mind to try to stop you. Let me in. Let me in.
I've got tar on my feet and I can't see.
All the birds look down and laugh at me.
Clumsy, crawling out of my skin.

Heyyyyyy, let me in. yeah yeah yeah
Heyyyyyy, let me in.
Heyyyyyy, let me in. yeah yeah yeah
Heyyyyyy, let me in.