1.13.2010 Once when I was 9 I forgot how to write then again when I was 12 and from then on miraculous things began to happen. I grew long ears (...) and walked into steering wheels--I'm confusing the story here. 'That music seems to get louder the quieter I stay here' and all the voices in that song lept out at me while you and I were dancing. We knew all the cowpoke in the room to be true and not blue, we trusted them with that sound and they rearranged it into a new scene there. You were deranged as long as I stayed here, so I threw 20,000 tumble weed through the barn doors and laid there until you came here. 'Eye mist yew' you allergies said, and all that was neon-like grew a pair of real tall, real long ears that rang real true. 'Eye mist yew tew' and there she went, springing green algae all over that place like it weren't a thing at all.