Effects of musick.

I thought I saw you. But it was only a daydream 

In the daydream we were eating chicken sandwiches. 

I thought you meant chocolate covered cherries but you were talking about Gavin Degraw.

I thought I had twenty-one freinds but that's only how many favorite albums I have. 

When my vision is clear it's clear only in the limbic system not in the prefrontal cortex. 

I thought I saw god but it was only a bum. 

I thought I saw ghandi but I was only a typo. 

I thought I was happy but it was only a vibration in my ear

I Remember After All This Time (# 14 I Remember)

I remember the mood rings I placed on the swamp cooler vent just to watch them change color. I remember the backyard swings in the sandbox bigger than anyone else's. I remember the mood swings of my mother pacing the floor as she rehearsed her argument then to plaster on the smile he kept in a jar my the door for her. 

I remember the hot summer days. I remember steam. I remember the hot steam from a heated argument.  

I remember Micheal. He's the one that jumped the second story window to the trampoline. I remember bubbles the ones filled wih grey fog. I remember I had no appreciation for music.  Now Micheal Bublè fits the other part of my heart. 

    I remember the candy in the peppermint place the swirls of rainbows and spheres of pink. I remember my dad telling me about telepopmusik in his jaguar. I remember the candy-coated response when I told my mom I'm not lds.

All of your love was all that I needed. 

I remember the needles the pine needles in the tree shaped like a house. I remember the needles I sewed my jeans with. 

I remember the needles. 

From. every. single. immunization

I remember when you told me I wasn't gay Alena is hot and forgot it ever happened. 

Showing kindergarteners that gay people can get married too is wrong.

I remember the moment lana del ray was my only friend. 

I remember Ke$ha. 

I remember Ke-dalluh-sahin-ha. 

I remember when my mind was blown. Blown into my lungs. A breath of fresh air.

thank you Mr. Nelson

I remember the paper airplanes. 

I remember being one step ahead but usually a mile behind. 

  

Paperclip

Give someone a paperclip and see what they do with it. Difference between a creative type and a bored consumerist; a consumerist will bend it into a perfectly straight line, a creative type will bend it into a sculpture.
And the uninspired will clip paper.