I Remember It Well

What I wanted to talk about yesterday was Elton John. Don't ask why. I wanted to tell you about Tiny Dancer.

Today was whatever. Have some professionalism. I'm thinking of leaving it behind. People seem to not care anymore. Immaturity levels have increased. Plus I need to know. That I can do it. I can survive in that environment. With temptations left. Right. Center. Up stage. Down stage. Shit. I fell off the stage. It's the challenge I want to take. It's everything I think about. It's all I want. It's all I ever wanted. But life got in my way. I need an income. I need to save. Those previous are also needs. Social today. Skinny jeans. Came up. If that conversation would have gone on. I would have hurt someone. I relate that to a lot. It's part of the lifestyle. It's part of life. Don't judge people. House pissed me off. Normally he doesn't bother me. This week was to much. Experiment. Don't experiment to much. Someday it's okay to be experimental.
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You play life so safe. I hate safety zones. They're like boxes. The Vagina Monologues. I'm going to write my own play. Then I'll write the musical too. Like I said experience it. Don't sit and watch it. Then lie about it. Then the lies seem to become reality. Her lips. Your lips. Find your own person. You wanted to be a band geek. You hated makeup. You wanted. I get scared. Easily. Friends fight. You get stuck in the middle. You get confused. Everything else is just borrowed. I believe that. The whole things true. I want that job. I want it so bad. I want it because I'm not a fan girl. I need it because it's everything I know. You were once everything I knew. Everyday I want to pull out your insides. You need to be your own person. I just put my book down. I haven't started it either. Think about it. They always change the meaning of life. One thought it was love. The lover laughed at that fool. They knew better. This is my hour. I'm not going to bed. There's so much to do. Sleep suffers. Without sleep. You suffer. You seem to always suffer anyway. Is that life? Suffering? Wait. I thought it was love? I need an income. Money prevails. OPA! You come into this world with nothing. People think you do. They think you have love. But no one knows you. No one knows what you'll become. Love dies. Someday it might heal. Forgive not forget. Continue living life, not move on. The characters. The actors in my head. The singers in my head. They all perform at once. While learning Avogadro I'm plotting a show. I'm always thinking. But am I? Maybe I'm just going? Write it on a napkin. You can't sit. Force love of words onto a page. It doesn't work. Going out. Friday. Look hot. I hate people who go out looking like slobs. Makes me not want to go anywhere with them. True story. Notice. Choose. React. The words to songs we thought we knew. What I'm trying to say is this. My words or melody. Never as beautiful. Beauty's in the eye of the beholder. What a mind fuck. Open your eyes. How many times can I say it. We're the age of revolution. Stop reading about it. Do it. Impossible is nothing. It's about cross marketing. It's about drugs, guns and shoes, you chose. People forget. We chose. We always have the final say.

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So elegant. So simple. So amazing.

Love,
No More Blue Eyes