why do fools fall in lava?

It does get loneliest at night down by the liquor store. sometimes i wish i smoked, just so i would have something to do with my hands. i could sit, and not say a word, and nobody would accuse me of ruining their party. i would just be that guy who's really deep in thought. instead i have this theory that if i fill my mouth with drink, i won't say anything wrong, i won't say anything stupid, and i definitely won't have to tell anyone what i'm really thinking about.

i thought about you again today. i thought about how attractive (in the most basic sense of the word) you were from a reasonable distance. your eyes seemed so approachable. i remembered how i had imagined the feel of your skin against mine. and then the words fell out of our mouths and onto the bar, where we thoughtfully arranged them into strategic lines that would have made the most experienced generals olive drab with envy. but your lips weren't so soft, and i didn't fit in your arms so well, and your eyes were singing a song i've never heard before. i tried to fake it/mumble some words that sounded close, but everyday became a battle to take the next hill.

honesty is a lonely word.

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i'm going to be on the road for a few days, so i hope everyone has a great week or so (enjoy Superbad on friday!). hopefully by the time i get back i will have an interview from Booth! to post.


*the title for this post came from this episode of Itchy and Scratchy that was on tv when i was writing. i am the cat.