Things that have been on our skull that sits on the coffee table since we have moved in (to memory):
- my plastic LMU free sunglasses
- a cigarette through it's teeth (later smoked by Anthony, at that first party so long ago)
- empty Marlboro Reds box in the mouth
- the blonde Marilyn wig
- bronze chicken bone placed in the mouth
- Keith's hat while it was left here
- Two red Gerber Daisies through the eyes
- JCrew fancy headband, currently

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I wish I had a copy of the letter my best friend wrote me when we were in fifth grade about how 'Honey' was her favorite song.

And it's just like honey
When you're love comes over me
Oh baby I've got a dependency
Always strung out for another taste of your honey

Don't you see, every night and day
I can hardly wait
For another taste of honey
Honey I can't describe
How good it feels inside
Honey I can't describe
How good it feels inside

Jesus Christ.