20 September 2009

Birds.

Days where I fast always end up being the best days.
I'm deliriously happy, and hungry.
So I listen to my favorite song, and smile all funny and goofy.

Right, birds can fly so high,
and they can shit on your head,
and they can almost fly into your eye,
and make you feel so scared,
but when you look at them
and you see that they're beautiful,

that's how I feel about you.

She said, "What?"
He said, "You."
She said, "What're you talking about?"
He said, "You."

Yeah, birds can fly so high,
and they can shit on your head,
and they can almost fly into your eye,
and make you feel so scared,
but when you look at them
and you see that they're beautiful,

that's how I feel about you.


She said, "Thanks? I like you too."
He said, "Cool."

Love you,
A very happy and giddy Margie.

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