he use to drink so many coca-colas then...

i only have three-minutes and fifty-nine seconds, that has started up three times now,
fourth time was because of my brother.
now it starts, and it's true, i need another place... there is not another that will make the snowcaps form the way as you.
Jesus Christ.
life is empty, full of emptiness, contempt and lies. the only thing he can remember is the way it felt when he rubbed your stomach, when you were wearing a jade colored shirt, tucked in to a pair of jeans you kept from when you "went to college."
foreheads are for touching, but only to other foreheads. Colordo-infested, but they never went there.
so unattainable, jaded, so damn jaded, just like climbing up the stairs that go to where you use to stay.
she can't read anymore, but my four mintues was up four seconds ago, and now she can't see anymore.
there are so many shortcuts to avoiding what you really want to say.
but, crystal eyes and the same haircut since you were negative the age you are now.
i can never finish what i want to start.
i can only taste three things.
and i can only watch people leave.
this isn't what i intended to write.
at all.