"Son, can you play me a memory, I'm not really sure how it goes"

Thu, 29 Apr 2004 23:37:45 GMT

I don't know what to make of him. He's strange -- not like I was, but even thinking that makes my head hurt.
He says he's been around the Met, and while most of me says I've been in this circle of green forever, the parts of me that long for people knows that I've been there -- and a phrase/picture dances in front of my eyes. I've always loved sunflowers, but the picture is... strange.
Not natural, my 'eyes' tell me.
But he makes me curious -- makes me want to know.
And part of me says I've never felt that before.

Mon, 26 Apr 2004 14:30:18 GMT

Tester, babe.

And oh the things that grow.

"Son, can you play me a memory, I'm not really sure how it goes"