Megan:
Back in writing mode,
In the best mood I’ve been in
For a long, long time.
Joey:
One year later and
picking up where we left off.
A new beginning?
Megan:
Back in writing mode,
In the best mood I’ve been in
For a long, long time.
Joey:
One year later and
picking up where we left off.
A new beginning?
Joey:
Necesito el
fuego in my lungs. I think
I will partake now.
Megan:
It’s getting hot in
here but I won’t take off my
clothes for fear of shame.
Joey:
Sex sex sex sex sex
sex sex sex sex sex sex sex
sex sex. I need it.
Megan:
Illness is the worst,
a bane of my existence.
Coughing up my life.
Joey:
Sometimes I wish I
was “normal” like the rest; life
would be easier.
Megan:
I want a puppy,
a pug puppy, but any
puppy will do. Sigh.
Joey:
When will I come to
find the truth behind why no
one wants me ever?
Megan:
The one time I want
to go to a concert I
have work. What a shame.
Joey:
This blog is lacking
in its entire purpose.
Let’s get back on track.
Megan:
Remember when we
used to do this thing where we
wrote haikus? Do it.
Joey:
Shut down. Can’t even
function, or process what was
just confirmed to me.
Megan:
Trying to be more
aware of what I say and
do; being conscious.
Joey:
Moods so erratic;
starting to lose track of which
way is normalcy.
Megan:
Call me maybe is
stuck in my head; what did I
do to deserve this?