This is my surrealist's exibiton. Well, I don't know me and you don't know you so it's good because then I knew you like I knew myself. I wish I was on drugs. Right now. at this second. Because then I could write that god damn'd english poem. Of course I can, of course I cannot. I mean what do I say? The whole class is going to hear it and I want them to read into it so that someone (ehem ehem) will get something perfect from it. That's what I need. For someone to not be ignorant towards me anymore. Because I do need someone new in my life. It's the season of tides, this one. I'm sitting in Comm Tech feeling like I'm in Mr.Smith's IA classroom. I'm remembering walking to school through the wet alleys that smell soo soo soo good. And being caught underneath that hot air balloon. It's just everything from last year. and I really want it back. I won't be able to enjoy these things in a couple of years. I'm getting too old already.