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deeply entrenched,deeply entrenched,so deeply so,six feet under,i need a shovel.

francine's this person with feelings spilling all over the table and no one to mop it up for her.wheres prince charming and his tissuebox you wonder.so recently shes took over leona's seat and we've been having heart-to-heart's,and sipping caramel frapps(imaginatively.)and since we're both fond of babbling when our skies are overcast,not exactly by choice,i guess the comfort's there.and because we're not that bad a couple of emotional counsellors afterall,in that small and unimportant way of ours that means alot to us.

anyway,i've been overboard with this utterly whimsical and pointless fretting thats really gonna get me sick in the head one day when worrying claims my soul and becomes an ugly habit that consumes me so much it'll probably be even harder to kick than smoking.but maybe that day's already come and gone just that i was so occupied with mending this devastated piece of glass i can safely compare to whats left of my heart to notice.theres no quitting your game of life,theres no quitting your game of love,i decided.you're never playing as a contestant,like how you think you're in control of the dice when you're the one who has to abide by it's black dots.or maybe try to control the joystick and simply get your fingers burnt.so whats there to go all panicky about when whats in store for you's never gonna change whether or not you moan and groan half the day away.i need this knock on the head but ive a feeling the mouldy amount of common sense i have would choose to deny responding the slightest to the pain,like how that absolute hooligan of everitt road refuses to curb his snobbish ways and high-and-mighty,nose-in-the-air attitude that would someday earn him a box in the face.

and i just found out that after so much ive written,im still in despair,and i still want him.

"what is green and says hey im a frog?a talking frog!.
who is a guy and says hey im joey?a joey trivianni!."
-joey trivianni,f.r.i.e.n.d.s.

all that matters, is today(: -