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pick flowers. sneak up to rooftops in the city. find a big field. engage in picnics. venture to beaches as much as possible. pictures of writing. pictures of drawing. go to a junkyard/scrap yard. pictures of painting. rollerskates. violin. tambourine. buy more records! thrift the shit outta new york city. city pictures. i've always loved capturing my life in photos, and i've taken over 4,000 pictures, thats only on digital & film record haha. i realized.. of all the pictures i took.. i still wish i took more. so here's to another year of picture taking.

and pop goes the idea in my head

twin flame

with you i burn bright.. feeling more than alive,

our sparks ignite. touch me and evoke heat. sweet is every word you speak.

my mind is sailing, now we're running..

through feilds of tall grass, we feel not one scratch.

the sun is screamin tis the season,

together we unravel onto the grass.

spash.. slip under..

almost as if time has stopped.

"let it drop.. let it all drop.. oh let it all fall off."

bursting through to the surface,

breathing like its the first time.

im gunna find the rhythm to my rhyme.

you smell like peppermint.

its not too strong, not too sweet.

its just right.

i hum the melody.

"repeat it back to me."

i drum the melody.

"this is how, see?"

i want to write in all the people in my life as characters with different names.

write emotionally & physically how they appear to me.

i have work at 8 am so i dont think i should start that now haha.

but its good to write down ideas you see.. i had about 6 good ideas today.

even sang in the shower and came up with good lyrics.. but i sometimes cant remember what i sang or thought of when the time comes to record it. damnit. i need a portable tape recorder. i hate the digital recorder bullshit.. its so ehhhh. thats all i can say without elaborating. its way past my bedtime. why do i do this? im hungry now too.. i should be asleep.. ahhh i need to go online soon and purchase polaroid film.. that damn camera has been collecting dust for years!

the light seeps through my eyelids,
and my eyelashes begin to lift.
girl you better sink or swim.

cold hands pushed into pockets. discomfort. winter. end. its april. winter. end. sun. shine. once again.

we see the silky night sky painted in our minds eye.

from a ledge, we stand comforted by the edge.

the moon is so damn close, i wanna take a bite.

the clouds are so damn near i wanna take flight.

tangible tears. like rain. you put out the sun.

broken is this piece of what was once one.

gone. gone. gone.

again and again i try,

run it over again

& again in my mind.

how damn blurred was my sight? breathe. let go. escape fate.

i've got somethin new

somethin new to groove to.

i wanna feel that beat vibrate.

thrown us into a sweet escape.

dipping diving imma let my voice swing!

zing zing!

funky calamity!

diving dipping imma let my voice swing!

zing zing!

funky calamity.

let your thoughts collapse.
relax relax. slip into your center.

tilt your head back, paint a picture of a wish

& let yourself slip into bliss. today is the day

to forget what you miss.

i woke up to patterns of kisses forming along my spine.

smooth hands & heated breath, illuminated you softly said

"you are gorgeous."

eyes still closed a grin slides across my lips.

i twist for a morning kiss.

i am simply so in love with every little thing about you.

color blind you see the sky in a different shade of light.

sense entering my life, you have provided more & more insight.

i know a lot of cinics who say that they should give up on love.

that its never going to happen.

that they've dated so many assholes

that they cant stand to date another one.

but i just feel the need to state that

there really are guys out there..

who will care more about being your friend first

then getting into your pants.

there's guys out there..

that will wake up next to you..

kiss you awake and tell you

you're beautiful every morning.

one day you could meet someone

who will stay in & cuddle all day with you

while its that time of the month rather then go out.

someone who will write you little love notes

and stick them in your pocket

when you arnt paying attention.

someone who looks at you and see's you.. flaws and all.

and still thinks you are one of the most amazing people they've ever met.

i know this because i feel it every single day.. ive felt it every single day for over a year now.. brian todd gives me so much hope for the world.

and its really beautiful how he does it without really "trying."

hold your breath.

dive & decend.

do not break just to mend.

can you see the wavy sun caught up in a blue crush?

blades of grass wave & the wind give you a subtle touch.

oh how i long for scraped knees & muddy toes once more.

winter has kept me confined while ive longed to explore.

i'm brand new this year, newly improved.

and this time i dont plan to loose my groove.

there's no one left but us to blame.

the time has come for me to change my ways.

high in the sky.

the wavy sun.

im gunna run run run.

i held it so close.

so close that i didnt realize

how far it should have been.

i grasped it in my hand but felt it slipping away..

my fingers fumbled. my brain was sent into panic.

then i'd regain my grasp and feel almost at ease.

but soon the slipping turned into pulling.

what is it i grasp? my past.

attached shouldnt mean identity.

why is it when i think of you my heart gets heavy?

attatched shouldnt mean identity..

our every day has been sucked away,

down the drain along with your rain.

you are a rainstorm, falling falling from my ceiling.

excuse me, but when sleep can a postpone my feeling?

21st Mar 2011 tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?im in the kitchen of my first house, there’s a screen door right across from me and the sun is spilling onto the floor. my mom is at the kitchen table smiling at me.


i dont need your poison
rippling through my viens.
from this day on we will never be the same.

and i feel the beat,
gotta let you know..
rhythm flows wherever i go.

i lay under the willow, the ground no longer wet.
i feel renewed.. so lets take a guess.
get whats off our chests & perpetually progress.

i want to feel it.
hear it click as it connects,
and we respectfully reflect.

still on my way, been a long time now.
fell into a hole and only i can hoist myself out.
but it’s really not as big, as it’ll turn around.
still on my way, been sucha sweet time now.
i’m really not so complicated as i’ll find out.

i sewed a sweater into a hoop scarf.. for TEN hours and only stopped to eat tacos, smoke bowls, go to the bathroom, and eat icecream. i even rode in leeannes car with her and sewed in there haha. i’m really getting a better knack for it.. my fingers move so swifty.. yet i occassionally stabbbb my fingers or palms -_- and when i find my sewing machine my back will thank me. its killin me right now but i feel really really good, its practically done.. i wanna add big wooden buttons to the sides so im gunna stop at wal*mart for that. i cant continue working on it and i set up a needle and thread and realized all the work to shape it was done and got dissapointed. i have so much more old clothes to work on.. i seriously can believe how much clothes i found in my basement.. had to wash them twice to get rid of that awful basement odor. im really excited cause half the clothes are mine.. uglyyy shirts but good patterns! im also using my brothers old sweaters.. im just really stoked.. this yet another something that i enjoy and can do for free! i have so much potential fabric and honestly im so relieved. due to my lack on money sitution i’ve been bummed about not being able to create clothing like ive been craving to.. and this girl on etsy inspired me she recycles all her old clothes. gahhh its 420 am. biz & sleepies.

some people say, life's a game.
& we're all just gettin played.
some people say, we all reach end of the road,
we all hit a point where livin life gets old.
but not me, no not me!
life can be so filled

with so much beauty!
you wont see if you dont believe me!
life can be simplicity,
we can dance, we have feet!
life can be simplicity,
we can dance, we have feet!
oh to be ordinary.. now that is so scary to me.
i have not the slightest desire to drown in normalcy.
i can dance! i have feet!


im gunna grab your sound and wrap it round.



two girls, best friends.
i hate to know how this story ends.
why did you catch impulse to hide,
find the need to fall inside of lies.
of course i hope that somewhere
under all the insults you care..

indian giver

here we are again, it feels much like i slipped back in time.
i was a fool to assume she was the rhythm to my rhyme.

im free of you, and everything you put me through.
i deserve a friend who truely cares, who shows me that
she loves me. not by buying me anything, but with
simple emotion communication & motion.

pounding. i walk. picking up speed.

i hold on to thoughts. when i need to let go and release.

my toes touch the slick wood floors,

i glide from room to room.

i'm really gunna miss this house.

inside her mind lies a complex context.

lemme get my groove outta my back pocket.

roll with the punches, shoot out lika rocket.

take off my sunglasses, throw down my bag.
i grab the mic & start steppin to my skat.

i can feel the beat in my chest.

thats where music knows me best.

ooohhh.

ooohwowoooh.

dancin' inside my groove.

oooohhh.

ooohhwoowoooh.

very inspiring.

"every atom in your body came from a star that exploded.
and the atoms in your left hand probably came from a different
star than your right. it really is the most poetic thing i
know about physics. you all are stardust." -lawrence krauss


"the universe is all that is, or ever was, or ever will be.
our contemplations of the cosmos stir us. there’s a tingling
in the spine, a catch in the voice, a faint sensation
as if a distant memory of falling from a great height.
we know we are approaching the grandest of mysteries.
the cosmos is within us." - carl sagan

so although the quotes are beautiful

and inspiring of course i questioned it.

and found that stars actually go through fazes

converting elements from one to another through fusion,

so a H atom is converted into helium, and this continues to occur,

becoming denser and denser material.

This happens until they reach extremely dense elements such as zinc.

So a star exploding could contain a number of elements,

not just hydrogen.

Further when organisms ingest or use materials

they have the ability to change them from one element to another.

In short just because you have an atom that is hydrogen,

doesn't mean it was always such so every part of you did come from a star.

Solar systems are the result of star collisions and explosions

so we all of our atoms were once a part of a star.

still fucking awesome!

i said something funny today

"sorry my gaurd is usually up now.. i seem to

attract monsters as opposed to humans."

hahaha.

but really.

cant i have just a few

more good people in my life?

you are one of the dreams i've seen come true.
everythings alright when im with or without you.
we see the world is our playground,
baby you make me feel safe & sound.
together never walking on the ground.

random rhyming.. so scattererbrained sleepy.

i just wanna be a cartoon girl in a cartoon world.

blossom you float through the trees.

& your petals land on my bare knees,

kissin my feet along with the breeze.

my friendly flame.
we combine.
beautifully.
warmth nuzzles my heart.
i knew you were good news from the start.

stare back into my eyes with such intensity..

that i know you feel me more than you see me.

music will never cease to relieve.

music keeps pushin me to believe.

i've got magic up my sleeve.

music is one of the few things in this world that is magical.

just listen & imagine, bottle up that tasty sound

& send it all around.

"oh every time i close my eyes... i see my name in shining lights

a different city every night oh i, i swear the world better prepare

for when im a billionare."

this song totally inspired me today, im gunna make it in the industry.

some how some way. i've gotta make it happen.

"cosmic confetti" filled the air and
cast a pure white blanket upon
every tree, every building, every car.
the sky a gray glow, not a sight of one star.
although the wind is coated with cold..
beauty falls from above..
i've got optimistic pure love.
seasons spin in their cycle.
just the way we do.
a new season on the rise,
is our chance to start anew.
if im not questioning, i'm not knowing.
if im not changing, im not growing.
swim against the current, don't slip into the tide.
each day is a new page to flip and fall inside.
if im not dreaming, im not believing.
if im not singing im not living.
if im not loving, what am i becoming?
if im not loved then who would i become?
numb.
like so many humans i pass by..
all riding the very same tide..


*brian todd is amazing for saying "cosmic confetti" it inspired me very much, yummm.

stress packed to the brim

young & pretty but i aint got no money in my pocket,

i got a rainstorm comin my way with no way to stop it.

hey life, can you stop packin on the stress?

this town beats down on my chest like a sound that wont rest.

i need to learn how to make a change of pace,

and get the hell outta this place.

come come summer sun.

come, come summer sun.
let us play, come come summer sun,
let us explore our days away.
come come summer sun, help us escape!

let the sun hit my skin like its the very very first time.
"during the dead of winter some loose their beauty & rhyme."
summer sunlight you are mine, divine.
allow me to pour sunlight in their eyes,
shed some light on what really is inside.
a child who no longer wants to hide..
illuminate!
i think it is time!
so soon i will feel you,
summer sun, all mine.
ill reveal you.
come come summer sun.
lemme feel you.

dogs whimper but they dont cry.

ooooh-oooh-woooh-oooh,

i like you.

oooh-oooh-wooh-oohohh,

i think i like you-oh-woh-oh-wooh.

di da di da di da di da da di.

around we go..

around we go..

around we go..

& we will possibly never know

& we will possibly never know.

never know.

never know who will settle the score.

"hey what are we here for?"

tell me what to do when i come out in time?

when i come up in time?

time.

oh time will tell..will tell.

in the end what makes us well.

i feel i need to say,
that life has never been this way.
over the moon, over the moon for you.

venting like crazyyyy not poetry.

as you grow up you learn about the positives and negatives in life,
you hear teachers and adults say
"dont think it will never happen to you.. because it can"

never did i think the word cancer would mean
anything but something for me to hope to avoid.
when things happen that you never thought would,
it shatters you into reality. it makes you see things
you never saw.. although they were always there..
even though i see every day how much my dad loves me.
i've been noticing things,
my father and i have a good relationship.
a healthy one. we used to fight a lot.
both of us stubborn in our own way.
but somewhere over the years we've
reached certain understandings.
but also somewhere over the years
we've reached a slightly distant point.
i'm barely home, always out with friends,
working, spending weekends
at brians house.. living my life..
so why is it that this tragedy has made me
realize how much closer we should be?
then i find i have answered my own question:
because when things happen
that you never thought would,
it shatters you into reality.
it makes you see things you never saw..
although they were always there..
after talking for a bit we just hung out,
we really dont have too much in common..
but one thing we've always had is love..
the feeling of love..
we hug and kiss every time i come home, every time i leave home..
and sometimes he holds me a little bit longer. to let me know that much
more that i am his little one and he loves me.
he has called me that for as long as i can remember
and it makes me feel so special when he says it.
"my little one, you will always be my little one."
we have always been a positive family, we've gotten
through all life has thrown at us.. and now things are getting harder..
its hard to stay positive.. but i must..
he has always taught me that and so much more.
i showed him two choir songs, one was "im stayin."
it made me cry
"no no no no way
no no no no way im livin without you..
im not livin without you, i dont wanna be free.. "
the song played and we held hands.

we were sitting next to each other on my bed talking with my sister,
and she and elias went in the bathroom to brush his teeth.
and my dad placed his head on my lap and lied down,
i played with his hair.. i know he dyes it black and i havnt played with it
sense i was a little girl, his roots are silver, shiny and soft..
my dad and i may sometimes have trouble with conversation,
but we have never had a problem with the language of love.
holding him.. it was as if we were speaking our own
secret father daughter language.
hugging him, feeling his tears wet my shirt,
feeling my tears wet his..
my whole body was wrapped in his love as he held me.
i felt our energy, it was warm light and made me feel fuzzy inside.
it always is, but at that moment it was so much more.
sure i've thought "one day my parents are going to die
from old age & it is going to be hard to live life without their love."
but never did i think the possibility of him not being around
would come so soon. he's had a heart attack before but it was also
when i was a little to young to understand. he was fine and changed his diet,
he's very healthy and of course encourages me to do the same.

my sister and elias are sleeping over tonight and my sister had to
put elias to bed in my extra bed, she was reading him an old book
i have called "Noddy." its an Irish childrens book and i remember how
my dad used to read it to me. my dad was a huge influence on my love for
reading, he would always read to me before bed all the way untill 7th grade.
we'd read long stories together too, actual books.. not just picture books..
we sat there on my bed listening to my sister read the story..
i got sidetracked in thoughts and i shivered, my dad pulled my blanket
on me and flinched from the pain, i guess he moved his arm too fast..
but he wrapped me in a warm blanket put his arm around me and held my hand.
his hands are so warm and tan, they remind me of the beach as silly as it sounds.
i want to be strong, and i felt weak letting the tears slide down my face onto his hands..
but hearing him sniffle let me know i wasnt alone. its okay to cry. this is scary..
he got up and got me tissues and kept hugging me as my sister read on.
when she was finished reading i looked up at him and he said,
"you are going to do great things little one.. i know you are going to be successful."
i smiled although that remark almost sent me even more in hysterics..
he will see me make it. he will see me do great things.
i have to believe that, i have to.
the human body can do amazing things,
if he believes he will make it.. he will.
but there's that voice in the back of my head that cries "what if he doesnt?"
im sure its in his too, but i have to push it out with love.
we can get through this.
my sister and i talked alone and she hugged me,
we rocked back and fourth while talking..
she told me,
"you're not gunna see me cry a lot okay?
im gunna be strong for all of us. i dont want you
to think i dont care about whats happening
but i have to be strong for us."
so ill do my best to do the same.
life really is crazy.
the scary things really do make you cherish the simple things.
anytime i have been sick,. no matter what time, where i am, what im feeling..
he has always without failure been there for me. he has carried me up
the stairs when i had a syst and was in too much pain to walk.
he held me and stroked my hair when i couldnt breathe without
coughing up mucus.. knowing he could get whatever i had..
he did this untill i was asleep. he has done that for me countless times.
and im gunna do whatever i can to be there for him.
he has shown me what love is. he has shown me
what it really feels like to be believed in.
i gotta believe in him, his body, he can do this.
ive always told myself and others
"everything always ends up okay in the end."
i have to keep taking my own advice.
im glad i wrote my thoughts down.. there's surely more to come.

i just wanna belt out a tune, i miss being in choir so much..
feeling their notes running along with my notes.. harmonizing
and together all sharing the same passion.. the whole group
filled with such sily characters all with the same drive..
i miss the feeling of being admist vocal talent..
to learn from one another
while progressing together..
i miss it so much. i miss their voices,
i still know exactly how they all sound alone.
beatiful. unique. each with their own touch.
a trained yet natural sound.
some with vocal lessons.. some only with school choir.
and all of us.. together or apart we are talented young people,
who love to entertain and express.. its beautiful to share an idea of a dream..
i wanna hear those voices again, i want for them what i want for me.
the chance of a life time.
a record deal.

anchor.

pull up your anchor.
let your mind sail with the cool breeze.

summer sand dancing underneath our feet.

i dream underneath my soft haze of paisley.

you are so pretty. pretty as a daisy.

"really?"

really.

as soon as it gets warm.. me brian michelle and bill

are planning on going hiking for a few days straight.

bill & i came up with the grand idea of a no tent rule.

we'll be building our own shelter!

i get wait to get constructive

and messy with some great people.

bill is a very inspiring individual,

he made this awesome bench.

outta nowhere at last years beltane (maypole).

and i was talking to him today about it.

and i asked him if he could teach me to make a bench.

and his reply to this was

"there's nothing to teach :) we are all born with the knowledge.

you know, instinct. you just need to let yourself do it."

and after he said this huge smile spread across my face.

he's abesolutely right! and im even more excited now.

i have some ideas how im gunna make my shelter & bench.

its 636 am, whyyy do i always end up staying up late writing?

cant i ever write a poem or journal entry in the day time? haha.

i swear when im supposed to be sleeping

thats when my brain is thinking the most!

last night i had to tell myself in my head to stop thinking

about moving to a new house. and told myself

that i had plenty of time in

the day to think of it.

then came thoughts of dads surgery..

he's looking better

but im holding my breath for the results of the tests.

cancer.

will that word become part of my mental vocabulary?

i surely hope not.

i really hope the school loan works out

so i can finally get a car and a second job.

i was thinking of willowglen. i really do like helping people.

thatd be a good place to start.

and their overnight shifts are time & a half!

i could write poems a ton of peoms all night. haha.

and two years from now if i wanna move

to florida for a university then i have the choice to do so.

damnit. i should sleep. i must say its nice to just vent typing.

but seriously.. about to be 7 am.. yeahhh. laytor gaytor.

and even when times turn tough..
together, life is anything but rough.

when the rain falls down,

we're rolling around in our sound.

now you've taken me. for me.

and you make me wanna be better.

better than i've ever been. for me.

for we.

honesty.

when we met we reached the point

where it set both of us free. released.

so easily, emotionally and physically.

you connect with me.

there are no limits to where love can take me.

" always loving you, my beautiful lady"

we all have a destination, a mission.

we all have questions, a vision.

make your decision.

are you gunna be who you wanna be?

or sit around waiting to see?

august air.

starless night, august air.

just a reminder of you.. and im there.

moments within or outside of sleep.

"things i have loved im allowed to keep."

to me, my memories are treasuries.

my sunken lovers and past friends..

dont keep me from "remembering when."

well im sure it would be nice to see,

the day that we all finally agree.

but there is no need to miss it. our friendship.

we dont mesh. this relationship no longer a sucess.

but someone else will sing along to my song,

& someone else will sing along to your song.

we must accept we cannot dance tonight.

us as companions just doesnt fit right.

but remember i told you, to me memories are treasuries,

ill never forget the beautiful times you & i shared as we.

we fly to opposite ends of the sky.

and you know what? its alright.

this is life.

cooled sheets resume heat.. such a magnificent feat..
when you're layin with me. we jump into pools of dreams.

see to me, life is like a painting.you can change it, anytime you feel like rearranging.

it can be marvelous, flow like a river, or sink like a ship.

before the right colors blend, we all seem to get lost in it.
it can meet your standards,

or frusterate you.

it can shock you, or situate you,

both showin you things you never knew.

switch it up.

take some risks.

but always know your limits.

art and life are best played with progression.

at the end of the day..

its yours, and its beautiful expression.

sitting invisible,

darkness covers fragile frame.

deep dark colors

starcrossed lovers.

sliding down her dress.

she falls into an illuminating scent..

the essance of life in her own hands.

captured inside of pure light,

watching the crystals kiss her skin.

then she pulled herself outside the light

and transfered it within.

the sweet taste of fruit,
juice dripping down my face.
without a care, mango messy.


i forgot how much fun sleighriding is, and playing in the snow :)
i've never legit played with anyone in the snow, wrestling
and crawing around on all fours, making snow angels..
kissing for warmth, pushing eachother down the hill on sleighs..
screaming cause you're going so fast and having so much fun.

felt like i was straight up 5 years old again.
brian todd is by far my favorite playmate :)

sunlight spillin on wood. barefeet. the smell of lawndry.

a stomach encouraging more than just a bagel.

sweet savory pancakes.

you know those pancakes you only see in cartoons?

it's like a HUGE pile and they're steaming hot..

mmm.

rough

spectacular subtractions.

divide. hold your breath.

release & ride.

high off the color of the sky.

there is nothing i am bound by.

i do not choose to pull a front.

i got wild love. good stuff.

colors swirl, twisting at the sound of my name.

lips curl, sound is swallowed by our flame.

we've got everything.

when you are dishonest with other people
it doesn't benefit you. it sets you in a horrible cycle.
the same misunderstandings in different scenarios, repeat.
cycle.
i dont understand how so many people still havnt grasped this.
im fortunate to have realized this growing up.. making my own mistakes.
realizations are constant. i love how many ideas stream through my mind each day.
i wish i had a personal mindreader to type out my thoughts each day
the exact moment they manifest.
im starting to keep a journal in my backpack at all times now to help with that :)
ahh sleeptime.

palace.

shimmering light,

reflects and bends.
crystal flight,

forward

& back again.
showering through my world,

here we stand.
sunlight,

pull me inside.

imagine

we could design this life.

painting a place to reside.

2:33 am.

sleep covers her sky-like
eyes in a blanket of soft sound.


"take me to the streams of islands, off the coast."
drifting anywhere we'd like, on this boat we will dance,
and let our minds take gracious flight.

"little lacey dreamboat over here." :)

random rhymes and riddled thoughts.

i'm on my way.
im making a list.
of the things i've missed.
making changes..
i've always be an optimist,
im hoping its contageous.

would you like to create something beautiful with me?
take my hand, and we'll be set free in honesty.

honest true love.
isnt that what everyone longs for?
so why is it so hard for some to give it.
or even recieve it?
why is it so hard for people to be real?
and even when you're real..
people will still swear up and down that you're the fake one?
people really facinate and confuse the shit out of me.
but still i am optimistic and i have an open heart.
and thats a good start to understanding humanity.. right?

each day has the possibility to be beautiful.

each day, a chance to be renewed. so join me,

take some splendor in the thought that tomorrow could be

life changing..

scratch that.. take even more spendor in realizing

today could be the day you've been waiting for.

life is change and we can comfortably rearrainge.

hold on to the moments that make your heart

warm and fuzzy.. wake up and live. you are loved.

enjoy this life.

.settled in our skin, we rise together.

we smile together.

everyone leaving.

long lost for however.

you and i, we smile together

rise.

rise.

you're crystal blue.

rise.

rise.

im swimmin through you.

you know, ive been feeling a bit less poetic,

i feel i should expand more and write about

how i feel plain and simple..

no pretty riddles.. just plain and simple.

and now that ive established that thought

im a little to preoccupied with other thoughts.

brian is about to call me back, and i'd sure

love to brush my teeth before he does.

as silly as it sounds that i'd let a man get in the

way of a possible literary piece..

he's beautiful and a reason for so many of my poems and just

plain hope in the world.

i seriously cant believe someone like him is real.

someone like him exists.

i've never been too cynical.

most think im TOO optimistic..

but really, love is hard to find..

and god damnit i've found it.

pure sweet silly kind honest romance.

and see what all this romance has lead me to?

blabbing. love love love.

i need to brush my teeth.

good night. haha.