Reclinerland Follow

i had a harrison ford sighting. he was shootin' up dolls in the middle of the flamingo. i said, give this place 20 years, maybe more. and ridley scott we ?? set of his sequel. and i can't help but think that she's disappointed.. am i a better writer than a conversationalist?

i know we're really just eight pages. i know we're really just eight pages. i know we're really just eight pages a month.

sometimes she'd look at me through thick glasses. sometimes she'd smile, but she'd still be looking at the ground. the sun goes down and up again through the grating on the footbridge. my jokes are getting dumber. and i can't help but wonder while we're arm in arm: if i collapsed right here, would you carry me upstairs?

i know we're really just eight pages. i know we're really just eight pages. i know we're really just eight pages a month.

and i can't help but wonder how places like this come to exist and does the world in general need another dead child star illusionist? for that matter, another pair of starcrossed penpals.

i know we're really just eight pages. i know we're really just eight pages. i know we're really just eight pages a month.

so with the blue neon leaking in on my head, my brain echoing something your sister said, i laid back, sweat-drenched, and have blinky light nightmares. we've got to part ways, but vegas remains here.

i, i, i, i, i, i, i, i, i, i, i, ..