this is the last breath of air of my little lonely-life. from here on out we learn to breathe under water. we learn to breathe in space. we walk without gravity we talk without brevity. we lock our arms and together we learn to spin in place.

you pack the car and i'll take the wheel, my dear. two thousand dollars and 600 miles ain't such a bad deal -- for a dream that seems so near.

this is the last night i sleep alone with tickle-me-elmo. yum.