 I'm Stephany. I'm the mumbling in your head while you're crunching the numbers. I'm the apparitions, ticks, gut wrenching, suspicion and glee too. I'm the reason you rolled a nineteen for charisma, the cat's meow, your least favorite aunt. touch me and I'll touch you. watch me and I'll watch you. you once tried to call me and the line was busy, but that was actually just me making busy signal noises with my mouth. if you would have called back I would have cooked you some pasta. what you're looking for right now is going to evade you forever. fish don't speak but squirrels do. it all depends on your longitude. you should start from the beginning, but ignore the prequels. I like minimalism, broken robots, granny smith apples, sneakers and the mundane. I like make believe vampires but the real ones scare me. I don't care too much for your boss and the fact that you're starting to resemble her. you should work on that. you'll find me to be very reasonable if you'd just give me a chance. you can paint me by numbers. you can tell me to your shrink. you can consume me up to three times daily but you shouldn't ever exceed twelve doses in a four day period, unless you have a note from your mother. I definitely detest mom jokes. seriously. I don't need to be reminded of what I resemble. I think sideways motorcycle helmets are all the rage now that sideways trucker's hats are out. I am a live, fleshy human being attempting to recreate these sounds in real life. I speak in binary code. I'm in the market for an a-team van. I strive for muzak and custom made slip n' slides. I write under pseudonyms. I play for keeps. my grass is always greenest. My hair is unkempt. |
