i say onwards and upwards too many times.
it's always the way it goes, so it goes,
i say that one too much too.
so:
right then,
onwards and upwards,
so it goes, so it goes,
and that ain't no billy joel jingle.

off to liverpool.
off to america.
the land of america,
i feel so disconnected from that place,
kinda prefer it that way,
most likely won't reconnect...
most likely won't be given the option to.
wish i could bring everyone i love
all around the place with me
wonder how that would be

okay.
deep breath.
what to do this summer, what to do...
okay.
-go see concerts with my lil' sis.
-go to the bar with allekto. spend as much time as possible with allekto.
-do my radio show.
-pull a few boys, maybe a diesel indie type with tight pants and a permanent frown and totally into music from detroit or whatever.
-fake a british accent. maybe a scouser. "foook oofff"
-go camping and scream at bugs, cause that's what they'll expect
-get nostalgic about paris, get that feeling and make everyone miserable with my, "well, that's how we did it in paris" stories
-skateboard
-write
-oh, shit, work
-beach
-pints pints, and ask for Stellas every where i go and complain about it when they don't have it.
-peace the fuck out.

=kiki