Colour TV;

oh this is sweet

i just wonder what it means

october is eternal, as are feathers and finger food. i've not really got anything to say, but i will keep talking and make the awkwardness match my skin colour, pasty stale jokes for all, i do lie awake trying to remember what it feels like to hold a little baby or kiss underwater or have my hair played with, because they all go away so quickly, and what did it feel like the first time you whispered i love you and what did it feel like the first time you realised that not everyone will appreciate you for 'yourself', and what would you honestly do if you found a whale in the woods? it could happen, anything could happen, you think you're too high end for a spotty shower cap or a fine or a rash or an invisible lover or to live in a suburb named after a boy and then BOOM, there you are, not me of course but they, they live like this and i live like that, and you live in a fucking song.