Dololita

If I told you…that you could live forever. Would you believe me? I would really like a Dutch blue lovebird. I would really like to live forever. You would like a blowjob and maybe some eggs with pepper. If we are only energy, not age or colour or clothes then it is possible to go on forever. Then again. I’d like to rest one day. So forever wouldn’t give me peace of mind. If I told you we could be together, someway someday in someplace…would you believe me? I’d like to think you and I had more going on in our heads. That the whole generation did, and not just while we’re younger than twenty two. Even after that I hope to have crazy ideas in my head, and to put them out. Then the hatred seeps in and it’s like I’m dead all over again. I don’t ever want what everyone else has got, but once you got something…somebody wants it. I wish we could remain children, hurting without contempt loving without restraint. No lies and no accusations, I wish we could be born in a universe where life is what we make it. Yet isn’t that the universe we are in. We live in our dream-thoughts we scheme we plan we work we work harder we play and then we go away. To love so many is to die a million times, to die a million times is to have lived a million lives.