Throwing words at the wall until they stick. I forgot blood doesn't work as glue. The pitter patter of my typing is the song of the hour. The bass is a constant steady slow rhythm; a rarity for this album. There's always a first time to enjoy a salad. I use my key more than my lock. Sometimes I think. It's hard being in someone else's shoes when they don't fit. I can always step in your footprints, however. Maybe mine will be bigger. Maybe mine will last after the snow melts. I've had sex a few times. I've made love more times than I can count. You could take my temperature without even touching me. Heat lamps never work as well as the sun does. There's a winter on the horizon and it doesn't look like a nice one. I hate it when the sun isn't out.