S: Rendezvous at Midnight
FC: bri krickhahn | "...Ripping Wings Off Of Butterflies..." -Paramore | Rendezvous at Midnight
1: Table of Contents 1-11. I Want To 111. The Orphans IV. The House V-VI. The Things I Love VII. Guys VIII. Beautiful Eyes IX. Just Bri
2: The Orphans The orphan at my windowsill, show no emotion. Their faces blank as they wonder around. They cannot remember what their parents look like or who they are. Some of the orphans find friends... while others are alone. They go swiftly through their new home, gently kissing the walls, waiting for their adult legs to come in. Until then, my little orphans will sit in the tank... on my windowsill.
3: I Want To I want to become my alter-ego. I want to kiss a complete stranger, and then walk away. I want to have an inside joke with a prison guard. I want to create a cult, for a quick money scheme. I want to write a song called, “The Chain Saw Song Song (I Will Not Be Ignored.) I want to have a daughter named October. I want to go to Hooters with my guy friends, and buy a t-shirt.
4: I want to write, in Sharpie, in every stall in a public bathroom, “ Sorry Is Just A Feeling And Honey, I Went Numb A Long Time Ago.” I want to prevent pre-apocalyptic creatures from destroying the world. I want to dress my grandma as the Joker. I want to rip off my clothes, and skinny dip in a fountain. I want to wear a swimsuit while grocery shopping. I want to tell (insert name here), I have a crush on him. I want walk with camels in Egypt. I want to become my own stalker. I want to drink gasoline straight from the pump.
5: The House The perfumes that fill the house... aren't all pleasant. Some tingle the nose with great rejoice, while others bring regret. The house filled with love, tension, happiness, sadness, madness, resentfulness, loneliness, and courage. But, we all find a way to carry on, remembering that everyday is a new day. And yesterday, is now the past, ans bad memories can be forgotten.
6: The Things I love I love the sound of two pickles being rubbed together. I love the tingly feeling that lingers, after holding hands with a boy with gorgeous eyes. I love gargling mouthwash. I love the intense smell of hairspray. I love making guys blush. I love bubble baths after a long day. I love Morgan Freeman's voice.
7: I love lazy days. I love kissing a boy on the cheek... for no reason. I love all my friends. I love singing "Dream Weaver" with Teri Remmers. I love playing bass on Guitar Hero. I love summer nights. I love spending hours alone on the dock. I love Converse shoes on my feet. I love cheap sunglasses.
8: Guys Guys can break your heart, or glue the pieces back together. Guys can be immature jerks, or they can show you how to grow up. Guys can treat you well, or be hazardous to your health. Guys can bring short lived enjoyment, and then a lifetime of pain. Guys were put on Earth for woman's amusement. And I'm lovin' every minute of it.
9: Beautiful Eyes Eyes that glisten at sunset. Eyes that don't stare passed you while walking down the hall. Eyes that focus on the dark side, glowing with aggression. Eyes that stutter with fear during a rendezvous at midnight. Eyes that join a smile to brighten a room. Eyes that laugh into another pair. Eyes that shine with pride over a new born. Eyes that roll back with exhaustion. Eyes that imagine great things. Eyes that marvel art work. Eyes that grow tired as the day drags on...
10: Just Bri Immature. Careless. Disappointing. Childish. Strange. Creepy. Weird. Lazy. Half-Breed. Slow. When people use these words to describe me, I look inside of myself and think, "Nah, I'm Just Bri."
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