I'm dreaming of a Suz-u-ki

In space, no one can hear you scream
~plus~
My life is somehting of a joke
~equals~
I am a sitcom

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Conversations with Beautiful People = *hugs&grins*
London 2012 = Yay!
Honey and pistachio cakelets = Yay!
Feeling happy about sport whilst eating cakes = Heheh

This is not a poem.

A small, soundproofed, padded cell would be wonderful.
Take whatever you wish, whatever you can salvage,
And I will in return scream for you
Split seams in sanity, reality and pity for you.
I will curl and cry and wrythe as your dreams do for you.
I will miss-quote old love songs and dirty lymerics -
You will be squeamish or bored or have something
Someone better to do anyway.
Take me and throw the key to the corner
Of my well-rounded mind,
I will put everything out,
Presumptive, disspassionate
Until whenever, sometime, soon
Is yesterday.