Stunning Brain Tumor

Stunning Brain Tumor

Can't shake this darn thing off
Look
It's stuck there, I'm stuck here
To my detriment
How did I come across?
Now
It's stuck there, I'm stuck here
But you don't belong
To me (No)

Stuck in my mind
You won't leave my mind
I think that I might
Have a tumor

And I'll fuckin' die
Should you stay in mind
Why did you have to be
So stunning?

I'd rather have you not
But
It's stuck there, I'm stuck here
El Scorcho I hum
I'd rather you be gone
Ugh

It's stuck there, I'm stuck here
Fuckin' hell what's wrong
With me?

Stuck in my mind
You won't leave my mind
I think that I might
Have a tumor

And I'll fuckin' die
Should you stay in mind
Why did you have to be
So stunning?

Be so stunning?
Be so stunning?
Be so stunning?
You're so lovely
Oh Modern Lovely

Soul Meets Body

A favorite.

On Repeat.

Now a " " of mine as well. Argghh. heh heh.

Memory for Memory

Do know to be experiencing these fine times there is a connected concern that such memories may move out what I need to remember most: That Santa Barbara Sound.

Corolla Fixin', Ice Cream Truck a-Singin'

JBoy tidying up his Corolla. Ice Cream Truck Rolls Along. "Lieutenant Dan!! Ice creaaamm!" Let's get some ice cream yeah. Teeg gets a Chocolate Ice Cream Sundae Crunch Bar. Good-o. JBoy gets Strawberry Shortcake in a cup with wooden stickspoon. Classic.

I get . . .

what else?

IT'S delicious and I am king.

Thanks JBoy.

Depart from Admire

With all of them seen I never took part in what made them the wonder that they are. I didn't get to see who they really were. There were no memories together that bookmark a smile. There was no soft embrace of last night. There was no tender look the other day. Above all there wasn't even a hello. The one-sided affair that is "me for my admire" has long kept me gasping for what I could never have. Additionally, who I am, where I am in my current status as a barely-entity is not the sweet prince that they wish for.

Girls do not want what is beneath them and rightfully so. They deserve yes even more than the promise of a great kingdom. They deserve the world. In this dilapidated cardboard box where I decay, there is absolutely nothing of worth. No promise or intent could ever be seen desired. So . . . my desire too must go. I will no longer yearn for what I never had. My own dreams are tired because of the constant running since that first fine girl over a decade ago. So too my dreams of her must go. To all those pretty girls I saw: Thank you. But I need rest far, far away from admire - I know it now to have actually been a burden.

Watch me breathe easy.

Watch me breathe free.