You gave me hyacinths first a year ago. They called me the hyacinth girl.

i started writing fiction in my fiction diary again. after fifty pages of stranger-than-fiction. it's a shame i didn't get to mention yesterday, ha! oh my...yes, jimmy, duff, danielle and i went to guitar center in order for jimmy to exchange his broken pedal. his car broke down and i bought him dinner. i gave danielle my sunglasses and had the best time with duff i've ever had. things are awesome on that front.

jimmy made a snap at me but he felt really bad about it, and that made very glad that he felt bad about hurting my feelings. he knows it's all right and that i love him no matter what; we're best friends and he's going to get through this all right.

i've got to get a hold of clare again soon because i'd really like to go on an excursion with her, catch up and mend a broken fense. really, though, i consider myself to be in the clear. i am so free, it's a really incredible feeling...

two headed boy
all floating in glass
the sun it has passed
now it's blacker than black
i can hear as you tap on your jar
i am listening to hear where you are
i am listening to hear where you are
two headed boy
put on sunday shoes
and dance round the room to accordion keys
with the needle that sings in your heart
catching signals that sound in the dark
catching signals that sound in the dark
we will take off our clothes
and they'll be placing fingers through the notches in your spine
two headed boy
with pulleys and weights
creating a radio played just for two
in the parlor witha moon across her face
and through the music he sweetly displays
silver speakers that sparkle all day
made for his lover who's floating and choking with her hands across her face
and in the dark we will take off our clothes,br>and they'll be placing fingers through the notches in your spine
two headed boy
there is no reason to grieve
the world that you need is wrapped in gold silver sleeves
left beneath christmas trees in the snow
and i will take you and leave you alone
watching spirals of white softly flow
over your eyelids and all you did
will wait until the point when you let go
neutral milk hotel, "two headed boy"

if anybody should ask i'm going to a seminar
pieces of the moon
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sensitive heart, you're doomed from the start
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