Stretch first. Spot front. And NEVER wear mauve at a ball.

Who has something to say?

Does anyone have ANYTHING to say?

Bore me.
Excite me.
Read me.
Fuck me.
Buy me something nice.

I promise I'll make it up to you.

Now, since all of you seem to bore me
(or maybe you've just grown tired of me),
I guess I'll write it down.
I guess I'll save that feeling.
I guess I'll put it all together.

Someday I'll bring the house to half
and perform if all for you.

Until then,
I hope you/we find the
piece/peace/energy
I think is missing.