if i can't see them they can't see me if i can't see them they can't
see me if i can't see them they can't see me if i can't see them they
can't see me if i can't see them they can't see me if i can't see them
they can't see me if i can't see them they can't see me if i can't see
them they can't see me if i can't see them they can't see me if i can't
see them they can't see me if i can't see them they can't see me if i
can't see them they can't see me if i can't see them they can't see me
if i can't see them they can't see me if i can't see them they can't
see me if i can't see them they can't see me if i can't see them they
can't see me if i can't see them they can't see me if i can't see them
they can't see me if i can't see them they can't see me if i can't see them they can't see me

i hate it when the wheels in my head get cranking and spit tons and
tons of ideas at me, demanding that i get them down before i forget
them, but i can't do it fast enough that i can word it perfectly, make
it flow the way it's supposed to, and by the time i do fix it the
second half of ideas to conclude what i'm discussing are gone.

honey.. i got a lotta money. would you be my nasty girl, and let me do that dirty dance with you?

my stalker didn't respond. boo.

edit: my stalker came back again and didn't respond. double boo.

on
another note..
"My, you're doing this the old fashioned way -- down on
one knee!"
"Would you rather I did it the newfangled way, hands
encircling your throat?"