Spain trip mash-up.

So I wrote a little blog like things in my journal when I went to Spain.

Here they are, lover butt:

1

You suck dick.

You NEVER-

fuck.

Whatever.

I'm done.

2

Am I crazy, or are you?

Are we crazy, or are they?

Do I make you smile?

Do I cross your mind every now and then?

Do you wonder things?

Yeah, I don't really care a ton.

I just think you're cool. :)

3

Words.

Use them.

Feel them.

Notice them.

String them together,

like beads on a string.

Tape them together,

make them ring.

I know you don't talk much,

about things quite like this,

but I just want to know what

your real thinking is.

I'm not a hater.

I'm not here to judge.

I just want to know what

you think about pudge.

Who cares if you're crazy?

Who cares if I'm insane?

Is anyone really, truly, surely, soundly, impeccably, irrevocably, plain?

I don't care if you're purple,

I don't care if you're green.

I just want to know what

your reality sees.

Maybe I'm purple.

Maybe I'm green.

Maybe I'm one big farting machine.

Maybe we're the same,

maybe we're not.

But how will we know unless the true wordage is sought?

Dondee.

Okayloveyoubyeee♥

--Chrissy