SHORT CIRCUIT
Ill never delete anything again, phone falling down into carpet. Tears run like escapee-from-Lousiana MAXIMUM SECURITY PENITENTIARY. Remember old blue? That deep-purple only Jazz really got to sleep with. It was my first girlfriend. It was my second wife. It was my third daughter.
Sitting in between every letter, watching with 1000 eyes at 1000 years and 1000 races of men. Oh, oh how it feels to be a computer! But crying makes me buzz ( SHORT CIRCUIT! )