Monday 31, Janurary 2005 11:00am

I'm going to Kirksville, MO to catch the bussing transport which is ran by crazy ass ex-marines that drive big white vans.

I'll stay the night at Iowa and most likely get processed at MEPS (Militray Entrance Processing Station) one last time... from there, I'll most likely catch a plane down to San Antonio Texas where I will begin Basic Training from the moment I step off that plane...

Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head?
And does he sing to  you incessantly from the place between your bed and wall?
Does he walk around all day at
school with his feet inside your shoes?
Looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with you.
Does he know that place below your neck that is your favorite to be touched
and does he cry  through broken sentences like I love you far too much?
Does he lay awake listening to your breath?
Worried that you smoke too many cigarettes.
Is he coughing now on a bathroom floor?
For every speck of tile there are a thousand more that you won't ever see but most hold inside yourself eternally.
I drug your ghost across the country and we plotted out my death.
In every city, memories would whisper, Here is where you rest.
I was determined in Chicago but I dug my teeth into my knees and I settled for a telephone and sang into your machine.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

I kissed a girl with a broken jaw that her father gave to her.
She had eyes bright enough to burn me.
They reminded me of yours. In a story told she was a little
girl in a red-rouge, sun-bruised field and there were rows of ripe tomatoes where a secret was concealed. And it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands.
And it stretched for centuries to a diary entry's end where I wrote,

You make me happy when the skies are gray
You make me happy the skies are gray and gray and gray.

Well the clock's heart it hangs inside its open
chest with its hands stretched towards the calendar hanging itself but I will not weep for those dying days.
For all the ones who have left there are a few that stayed.
And they found me here and pulled me from the grass where I was laid.