sinderalla and her vibrating man

1 gilbert has a way of peeling off my instantly dired.
straining to serving woodruff with spring time celebrating
i find no optional button to push
i find only week of chips
and dried port wine stains
i am refirgerated
irritated to the mista of gathered helms.
i want to scream at him i want to steep myself clean for being selfish
and ungrateful
i know i have be gifted him to help me
and it was be un favorable of me to just pack up and rent at the travels lodge
i dont like that leapin something different
i like the idea of alone much more
i dont know how to make this transaction
for my self and yet i cant stay her very much longer.
i dont want to be with anyone.
just myself
thats why i am not talking to anyone
not because i dont have anyone to talk to ...i can always pick up the phone and chat
if i didnt have to return calls i wont.....
its like that soup song
i want to open the can of cambells and just stir it not even eat it.
because i dont have to even talk to anyone including you
i dont.

if i could have words those words would be scary to you
so i will not have words
instead i will just be silent