i was pregnant, but people didn't care as much as they should.  there was a girl in my neighborhood who was exactly as pregnant as i was, and i had to run myself to the hospital down the street.  my parents texted me 10,000 dollars to pay for the services and the father was Justin Timberlake, who showed up with Britney Spears complaining about the helicopter hanger.

they were zombie-like and everywhere in the station.
granted i had supplies, and a good crew to escape with
but somehow we stumbled upon this renegade bohemian camp and Paul offered me acid (which i was refused) so he mouthed, "Dude...do you not like tripping?" and proceeded to peel the wallpaper off the wall.

you followed us all the way back home, wanting to hurt us and not, but having plenty of chances to.  I stuffed your face with chocolate and tried to break your neck (10 cracks = 1 broken neck)  but you just wouldn't die, which is when you told me that your heart could regenerate 10 times over.  I was at 9, but i decided to run.

you said you didn't go dumpster diving today, but i saw pictures.
then i sat on his lap, and he rubbed my back, and everybody wanted to know if i wanted my own chair, but i was exceedingly comfortable sharing.

for some reason, all my flying dreams tell tales of escaping and getting away, getting to somewhere first, and avoiding.  but it's never scary, because i am a confident flyer.

my mouse fell on my paper cutter and got cut in half.

i saw you again..
at the mall, you were eating a bowl of soup.
i came to your party (i didn't know you knew all my friends)
then my parents thought they caught me taking seizure medication.
and i laid down on the cold cold floor and you looked at me upside down..

i escaped my catholic school, and bought a $20 bus ticket to some city in florida.  i needed to get away, go across the united states to places i had never been before.  my mother chased after the bus, convinced i would be killed.  our first stop was missoula, california and over all the bridges we somehow missed the connecting bridge and had to fly through the air.  thinking back, i don't know why i didn't get a ticket to argentina...as the buses went there too.

i had a baby, but the hospital took her away from me because she wasn't healthy and throughout i would forget that i had a baby and then I wouldn't know where she was.  we found everybody way too drunk around 11 in the morning at the mall, and kail could barely stand so i carried her out.  you were too scared to drive, so I had to drive the tricycle (which had gears and needed to be shifted and i didn't know how to drive a manual).  cars would stop, turn around, and follow us for a while, and I had to get away from them.  we ended up in this graveyard with houses that tried to tempt us into them and make fake duplicates of our tricycle to keep us there forever.  i told you to believe so hard in our tricycle otherwise it would disintegrate.  

we had to paint the ceiling glow and dark for the daycare/kindergarten, but i kept found myself painting the walls for some reason. it really it was just a way to hide out from you after we stole the key.  we played hide and seek before the kindergarteners got there, but the kid i was hiding with (while very cute and sticky) didn't understand keeping a secret and made us lose.

i found a white bird in a hole, hurt and stuck.  at first i thought it was bleeding everywhere, but then i realized that the pink color was natural under its wings.  i picked him up and it didn't look that bad.