HEY JIBBERISH
I'M STARTING TO LIKE YOU BETTER AS I GET TO KNOW YOU
as i get to know you, the more i like you the more the merrier
I HAVE REALIZED MY NEED TO LET SYNESTHESIA GO. GO WHERE, RED? OH CHUCKLE JUST A LITTLE INSIDE SYNESTHESIA JOKE. BUT WAIT GO IS GREEN AND STOP IT IS NOT A REAL TERM OUT THEE WINDOW
DOWN DEE DRAIN WITH DIGNITY LIKE A SMALL WHITE FEATHER AFLUTTER FLOATING SLOWLY... PRECIOUSLY DOWN TOWARDS THE PARK BENCH DURING THOSE OPENING CREDITS in a vaguely referential jump: I GET ANGRY EVERYTIME I SEE A ZOLTAR MACHINE IT WAS REAL THOSE ARE NOT.
in other blues: my most anxious days have involved my brain finding a correlation between real time interaction and any song i have ever known. it is hard to respond when i am not really listening BUT THE PATTERNS FEEL SO GOOD
i never loved cage's The Future of Music: Credo it annoyed me
the type print annoyed me
jibberish i thank you oh you,
liz

p.s. you at first remind me of haberdashery, one of the first words that ever tickled my fancy (how can you forget the first time you enjoy a word!) but you changed me. look at you! what buoyancy the jowls of the spitting british man saying 'rubbish' without the scorn but more subdued and honestly, less annoying than 'jubilant'( of course i must admit i love you mainly because you are a bitter attempt at replacing synesthesia) than it is you have so many exclamation points without even trying!!!