be it broken down or beaten up is what you ll have to offer and not a moment short of time is like a medicine they say it heals all wounds are deep and painful i don t buy it but i would sell it to you for a decent price never would i fall too short of expectations not expected and never should you take to heart whatever i just said a little birdie told me something really birds don t talk but his chirp was nice i think i gathered what he meant what s said is not always what is meant breathing this fire leaves me with no desire to be read reading books i ve found my eyes they like to wander off the pages to play with many things impertinent to my mind sometimes i like to sleep it s cool but it is overrated i d rather just be singing nonsense through the night eighteen years behind me many more to come i am excited i hope i didn t jinx myself please knock on wood for me or write a letter to a friend tell them it s time to listen to what i m saying but it s not said don t let it get into your head just when you thought that you were sane like clever convicts they came running escaping from your brain these words they trickled out these fickle conversations so concerned with rationale i don t know how but i think i am done for now 