lasagna by Angela Thomas i'm reading godel, escher, bach: an eternal golden braid. you're on cognitive dissonance, a paper waiting to be written. i've got pasta on the stove and cheese that needs to be grated. in your room, there is an outfit for martial arts; it hasn't been worn in a few days. normally, the scent of basil, tomato, garlic would be hanging lightly in the spring air, a soft pop melody rocking on my iphone speakers. on the ipod buds in your ear, melodic alice and chains, a band from washington, ya know, would be playing. i sing all of the time when i'm around you; you talk in cute voices with strange dialects. now, to make the lasagna. 04/11/2009 Author's Note: for dustin Posted on 04/11/2009 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 1 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)