chicken noodle soup

Gilbert Go: now i know
Gilbert Go: now i know what u think im thinking
Gilbert Go: i think i know what you thought i was thinking
trisha: now you know what i think you’re thinking that i’m thinking?
trisha: hahahahaha
trisha: so what are you thinking
trisha: or what were you thinking
trisha: or what was it that you thought of
Gilbert Go: i was thinking nothing at all but now im thinking of what u thought i was thinking
Gilbert Go: and
Gilbert Go: like u said
Gilbert Go: its 2007

The hollow space between my ears seemed to recognize itself being hollow. Unpredictable adventures are bringing the old Patricia Anne Amparo back to life. I hate to say this but once something becomes decreed, it loses the tingle. Rather than allowing myself to feast in my lack of judgement, I think otherwise. We take it off the rack and down the road. Hell I don’t know what this means because it’s too freaky to write in contradictory, subliminal prose. Ugh. My tummy hurts. Time for food. toodles!

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