Squeeze
10Mar08
Let’s pretend.
Three
Two
One
Weeks. Days. Hours. Being omnipotent we compress time. With food mixers. In with the hard unchewable numbers.
Out with something softer and easier to swallow.
Two weeks, let’s pretend.
See, if we squeeze our eyes together like that, your cute nose wrinkles plus my cream-clotted mascara-ed lashes, it works better.
Try it. (But not into minus numbers, please.)
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2 weeks. No more, no less. More is blasphemy. Less is happening as we speak. 2 weeks will suddenly come minutes until we see each other outside Avalon House and squeek.
Hey you with the pretty face
gotta have faith-a-faith-a-faith
if I had a million dollars
hi my name is luca
2 weeks. no more, no less.