the smoke is filling up the roomni say im sick , so we sneak outside to greet the moonnni hate the feeling that ill puke; if i move none more inch i will...and i donnthe sidewalk is the perfect place nfor you to sit and me to laugh at my disgracenna little dog walks up and curls into a ball right at our feetn...we all need sleepnni dont want to forget the sound of our teeth shakingnin the cold air we try to keep heat cirulatingnbut its so damn hard, lets head back to the carnnearlier today you gave me a gift nso we could celebrate my agena clumsy bird that you hand-stuffed and sewed ncomplete with a small pouch...there was always nsomething about owls.