"i gotta go my friend is in trouble."

"what happened?"

"i don't know he just texted me 'S.O.S', and i'm real worried cause we don't know anyone with a ship."

you know when a lady sound all sweet on the phone? she's got a nice cute voice then you see her and she's all weighing like three tons, and looks like she sings Oprah. you know Oprah, she's all mi mi mi feegaroh feegaroh feegaroooooooh.

I dream of a kitchen where the sun shines through the window, and where me and you could eat breakfast. Coffee and toast, the toaster on the kitchen table. And we would live at least on the second floor, because after living the last two years, height is a wonderful luxury. Bright white walls and tile floor, yellow sunlight, your dark hair, and our summer colored skin. All soon. In time. In time. I can hardly wait.