_don't bother trying to explain, angel

fuck life and its ups and downs. its down and outs. the irrelevant details it throws at you. and the blows it delivers with every swing it takes. ive learnt to surf along with your waves, life. as the moon controls your tides as the higher being controls us. and blah blah BLAH?.......................AND.... would you like to have dinner?

meet me @ 8.
wait thats too late.
make it 7.30
cause thats when the bus comes,
by.
bye.

then after we'l take a walk down the gritty beach where the wet bits of gravel sand get stuck between toes. as it looks like in the movies when the moon has been pulled down to appear larger than life ( like in bruce almighty) <-- for those who watched it. and the moonlight would fill the air like poison gas. and it would be the perfect scene. and blah blah BLAH?..........................AND.... i'll see you in the morning.

meet me @ 6.
wait thats too early.
make it 7.30.
cause thats when the sun rises,
around.
see you around.

then we'd take the ferry out to the clear blue water, where the fish swim in schools, and we dream of swimming pools. and the sun would shine too bright so we need our sunglasses. the ones that are completely black so people cant see you staring at them, or checking out their legs. yeah, those. and it would turn bright into light so we could then look into each others eyes, and say this way the perfect scene. and blah blah BLAH?....................AND..... theres always more to the story.

meet me at 9.30.
wait thats not right.
make it 9.00.
cause thats when the show the movie
premiere.
your my premiere.

and then we'd watch television on one of those new plasma televisions. the ones that you can just stick on the wall and save lots of space. because reading to each other just seems so hard and difficult although they mean the same. books loose much meaning when words can be heard at a much faster rate. except that words sometimes can destroy. said, spoken or read. they change everything. with every word we take in, our perception of something changes. and as you read on, you change. whether you like it or not.

meet me at 12.00
no wait thats too early
make it 12.05.
just to be safe, supersticions and
all.
your my all.

and then we'd get one of those things. you know. dogs yeah thats it. and we'd name our dog milo cause we both watched the mask and thought that milo would be a cool name for a dog because it just sounded good and milo was brown, and so was the dog. so it made a lot of sense. except it would be spelt mylo. not that it made much difference as when you say "mylo" it sounds like "milo", but if you read it it makes all the difference. then again what difference? i guess its just to be different.

meet me at 7.34
wait thats not right.
make it 7.38.
just to be a bit different from the
rest.
you need a rest.

but then there'd come a point when we have nothing left to do. and we just sit down. this time we'd sit with books. because now they just make more sense to us. we can avoid looking at each other this way, because we can stare at the words. death. glory. life. love. sex. money. and the words suddenly become television programs because they play out in your mind. sometimes in black and white, because most of the time you can hardly remember what youve been thinking about because its too far fetched for you conciousness to be aware of. but then when your back, you realise where you are. and suddenly you feel sad.

theres always more to the story.
theres always more to the story.
the end.