Secrets for secrets, interdependence day.
Brittle bridges connect the dots.
You're so famous for being famous.
I proof read the wish list and now I'm going to town with yellow highlighter. C-4, Santa Clause, Boom.
From this tower spilling syllables,
I don't really want to talk about it.
Going up the same stairs every night, laying in the same bed.
I am the cookie and you are the mouse.
I'll make noises sound like words and muddy images look like your photo's and you'll eat it up.
You're the frosting and I am the cake.
