JENNY SLATE, LITTLE WEIRDS
You sense that I am actually a homemade Parisian Croissant.
I am the croissant that felt its on heat ad curves and wished to become a woman, and I am that woman from the wish.
Look at me and say, ‘Oh, I really shouldn’t,’ just because you want to have me so very much.
Somebody kissed somebody. Somebody falls. Cakes is eaten. Cake is thrown.
If you let me on to your land. I might be very wild, and I will not be able to totally change myself, but you can always track me by the tinkle of my lively clamor.
Information about art and nature feels like the best stuff to have, and if you have it, it is powerful and excellent to pass it on. That is an act of power, showing what you know, giving it to another person, realizing that as you spread it, you get to keep it but watch it grow, and by watching others have it, you learn new things about the original thing.
The more you give, the more you have, the more new things you are a part of, the more you are truly alive.
Aren’t you happy about the softness in the air today?
That’s what they call balmy.
Now the man is simply too disappointing to even to be in a daydream.
I am heartbroken over no one, over having nobody to wish for, nobody to hope for. I am heartbroken, usually, ver someone. Now I am heartbroken over no one.
Life has to been so discouraging that I have forgotten why and how to fantasize, and I feel weak.
But what am I supposed to do with all of the parts of my heart that are only there to be given? What am I supposed to do with all of this nothing that I see?
If I could remember anything, I would remember my belief that my extra love could just used on myself.
Am I too bog or too small or too much or too little?
I have always known that I would die for love. I think I am dying while or because of waiting fo it.
I have been waiting for a good love for a really long time and I have been lying in order to be a part of something for almost forever, and actually it feels better to just give the whole thing a big NO THANK YOU in the form of passing right away.
Therefore, they also knew the descendants of the person who knew nothing about their love’s extra love, but walked up and down on the words of that love every day, not knowing that little strips of their partners heart were underneath their feet, promised to someone else.
Each time I fall in love I feel fear that the world won’t let me be in the world with it, that I either have to pick the world or the love.
If I become a ghost one day, there’s at least another ghost right beside me. And I have its heart and it has mine, and we had the world together. This is what I believe can happen to me. I don’t know if I believe in ghost, but I believe that this can happen to me.