i'm standing before you like a goddess in red and whitebread told me exactly what to say to you, but suddenly as i look into your eyes i laugh and can't do it. you laugh too and i can tell you're wondering why we're laughing. even though we don't have true communication, there is something pure and beautiful about our laughter, it interacts like chemicals and suddenly i have the feeling you know what whitebread told me to say and i turn red enough to match my corset...

i think someone should wake me up from this dream and i will realize you are 20 feet tall in my eyes and you can scoop me up like king kong and carry me off to a place where you feel i will be safe.