the very not confusing disappearance of a grand fellow i hesitate to call a friend

if it wasn't confusing i'd have nothing to write about
if it wasn't delicious i wouldn't eat it
if it didn't look good on paper it still might be genius on film

you question me

a curious fellow you are
like our children the heroines

my story is like a plotless tale
houses like entities
cards dealt like speed

the creation of plush dolls already outdated by their likeness

i want it all
i want the innocence with the intellect
i've said it before

this old childhood music reminds me of a bar bathroom floor

in a good way