silly silly silly

is what I am. and not in a good way. in a foolish way. I like to pretend I'm more, but I am nothing more than the rest of them. who's to say that's a bad thing? me. I say it's bad. they don't understand, and I think I do, but I know I don't. I bet they think they understand, too. I wonder if they know that in reality they don't really understand. I looked like them today and almost didn't want to face the world. everyone who saw me probably thought I actually was one of them. or, god forbid, trying to be one of them. I try not to be one of them. I wonder if that's even worse. it probably is. clones drones bones.

I like my bones. they help me not be jell-o. I really hate jell-o. it's made from bones. I really wish I was a bird. they have hollow bones. I would like to be one that only ate seeds and berries. I love seeds and but mostly berries. or maybe I could eat things that were already dead. that would be okay. I don't want to kill things. I just want to fly. and sing. I have a terrible voice. 

I have really heavy boots that won't let me fly right now. I think they're a size too small, too, because I can't get them off. at least they don't seem to be made of cement. I hate it when they're made of cement. although, I like the way cement feels under my feet. I like it best when it's rough. I hate it when it's too smooth. then it's like a chalkboard. or a dry shell. I suppose that doesn't make much sense to someone who doesn't live in my brain. I should sell day-passes. maybe then people wouldn't get so annoyed when they think I should know better or be better. have you ever scratched a dry shell by mistake? it gives me the heebie jeebies. dry dry dry. the ocean makes it better. can we go play in the waves now?


I I I me me me.
doe ray me fa' sew la tea doe.
pastel deer would be best. I miss the sun. I want to go fa'. children in china make my clothes. la-la-land is where I should go. I love peach tea. I talk way too much about me.
shut up now, please.