stop. dont stop. ok now. i see with my ears. a thousand and thirty four littl munchkin eater. i dont think that you really understand. but do i really understand? does anyone really understand. becuase i sure do and i think that you could not even see what i was thinking with my mouth and hearing with my eyes and not seeing what i'm thinking becuase i think it too much. but dont reitterate the question or you'll lose to much. too much. too much touch with the outer limits of fun. a warmth that comes from within and without and withheld information outside of your reality. mentality. frailty. wail while drinking your tea. But dont take my word for it. stop and tell your story and only pause for splitsecond flashbacks where you re create every little hair. every little brieath. i can hear your heart and feel your lungs, but all i seem to be thinking about right now is my toungue. it runs over smoothly across yours aswell, this is not pornagraphic but far from it. far from all. far from pain. in this place where time stops and runs backward amungst a silent munkey. I laugh but i'm not sure why. i guess a silent monkey is pretty ridiculous. to whom, you ask? to me, my dear. Prudince said that this morning. Must be confusing for you. they're my thoughts and you read them and dont understand; but who would? Simicolon. Is that what i meant, oh well to late now. but then again when i feel every small inperfection in your epidermal layer of love and perfection. a tad dirty. tad? what the hell. every sense and muscle tingles with all your my thoughts and your motions that rythmically bump to my basic-beat heart. now getting corny. fuck that shit. your gone now. I'm alone, but still i feel you. i can feel your breath your lungs, but all i was thinking then was of my toungue. stop. dont stop. i see with my ears......