i want you to love me. i want you to love me like brigitte bardot. brigitte bardot saved the face of french art. i want you to love me like that. i rewind and say it again. this time i move my lips in sequence with the word clusters. insert tab into engine. im sorry. im not sure why i said that. maybe an unattended file is opening somewhere. im sorry. the rain here is so circular. the closer it comes the darker it gets. isnt rain supposed to come from above? not from around? are we still aboveground? insert tab into engine. excuse me, i need to check on that.
while recompiling my life, i came across a new prayer for the broken hearted. would you like to hear it? i wrote it myself (it says on the key). i cant. everytime i try to open it, all i get are the fourth quarter figures for the royal bank of scotland. not my idea of a new prayer for the broken hearted. i smile hopefully, maybe you are a banker? i think maybe not.
i get so confused, being a crime against science. over engineered. unzip your lips and kiss me. i am willing to be whatever you want me to be. some long forgotten song trembles inside my hand. i forget. i open and close my hands. i open and close my eyes. i open and close my lips. i open and close my files. hi. hello. nice to meet you. my name is...my name is...my name is...excuse me please.