a long time ago, there was an arm it had no fingers, nor a palm there was mass empty space..that needed to be filled so the contruction workers mixed the cement so they could make a sidewalk because the giant hole where an earing once hung became a distraction he was the center of all attention, he didnt mean for it to go this far so the captain decided to head out at seven, so the passengers were happy as the bird cracked its own shell, it became exhausted consequently, the sponge dried and shrunk..smaller and smaller it became and the hole seemed bigger than ever because the needle she choose this time, was huge so the arm used french fries for its fingers, a boomerang for its elbow, and a cup for its palm. the end (waits for applause) theres too much to say, not enough space, nor time...oh and wit. if only there was a way.. there is, however its still uncovered. ---------------------------- what else? i cant. its too hard, to let go. released for a bit, and put back in the cage... i think not. i cant and i wont. whats there left to say? am i the only one that cares? am i? why should i? im tired of it. why should i? one week, i went one week...not even a whole week! i was hungry.. i ..starved looked and looked to be consoled. the day he appeared..i dont know... "and i guess that i just dont know..all that herions in my blood, and my blood's in my head, i may thank god that im dead..and i guess that i just dont know" there soo many, why should i?? which one? i just dont know yes i kno but i dont want to admit it why cant i let go? just why cant i let it all go? the emotion the longing the need as if its necessary..is it really? is he really? why should i? "when i put a spike into my vain, i just tell you things are not the same.. and i guess i just dont know.and i guess i just dont know"