A nightmare. A dream. For real. This is all in my head. Just tell me something. "Lights out on Division Street I held you tight like an empty bottle... But the glass broke (and the poison spilled out of your mouth) Hello? Hello? Is anybody there? The house turned black and sat in silence (while a mockingbird sang) lalalalalala, listen to yourself go on and on, as if you spoke to someone else. "Lights out on Division Street I'm repeating Goodbye to the memories, (the fever that will not break) the night is pouring down, its not enough to put this out, i'll burn up before i wake up. (on Division Street) This is serious, This is serious, If this is serious I'll hide my heart in dark parades. "To dance between the scirror's blades without getting cut. I drew an X on your city's name LIGHTS OUT. BLACK OUT. BLOW OUT THE CANDLE AGAIN. spin the room around FALL DOWN. PASS OUT. GET UP. I CAN'T KEEP REPEATING." I wrote all my deep cognitions and sentiments down, and now they've escaped me in their blessed-accursed way. I'm off to the library to peruse the titles, do homework, and attend an orientation for what I'm hopefully doing next summer. <3<3 Paz