An even longer night.

Tonight possesses me to say these words:
Enough Marianas Trench to lose ourselves within the vibrations.
Leaf discovering. Who knew there were so many ugly ones. 

I like the our heart one best.
Scarier car rides with even scarier people.
Zombies days starts now. Why haven't we fucking done this in so long?
Okay. Chain smoking. Yum.
I really care about no one but you.
It's a wonderful feeling to have that reciprocated.
Not caring that we don't even care about not caring. But you know I care.
Why are we ruined?
Um. You are the best, more or less, I guess.
I can't believe he got in a wreck. Dammit.
Shaking.
Love you. The most.
I'm done.
Scars and Burns. Because they are the permanent ones.
Making out. :D
I wanna get married. To you

And now mayday parade saves the night once again. 

I love when such a thing happens to us.
The ghost one was not near as scary as i had wanted. 

I wont burn it anymore though.
Our heart one is the ugliest. By far.
It doesnt matter why we havent done this yet. 

Its happening now and will be the best out of the two. Just wait.
Im glad. Who else are we to care about? 

There is no one who can mean this much. 

Which is why we are getting married.
There is no argument about the better of us. 

I will always be number two. Its my favorite, anyway.
I kind of want to run around with your pool sticks and break things. 

Or can we throw plates into the ceiling and stand under them when they fall?

I know, but he is okay. No need to worry anymore. 

I almost had a small heart attack after that call, you watched me.
The most? I beleive i may love you most. 

More then the rest in this predictable world. 

Why is this not in our blog? Its your turn. 

Post something amazing, because i know its in you. 

Another reason i love you most.
The shapes of them will be like nothing we ever felt before. 

Ready for it?
Making out. Enough said.
You dont have to want to, its happening.

"And we'll both go down together. We may stay there forever." 

Also, I want to smush all of the best parts from Marianas Trench and quote them to you.

Like their masterpiece.

But I am not that talented.

And Mayday Parade.

I believe in getting lost.

"Does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me?"

I want to adopt our baby soon.

I think we played with leaves last zombie days. How could I have forgotten?

We all have mini heart attacks. I think I've had at least two tonight.

Poor car.

Yes, we need to post this to our blog. It's going to be so full by the end of Sunday night. I feel it.

Cranberry-raspberry. What could be better?

I'm re-doing my anchor.

You will re-do what?

I have a pirate merit for every time I threw up last night. Awesome.
I found a broken cup in my dishwasher today lol.
I should have kept it.
I want to stand under snow, while it falls. Letting it drip into our heads. Let's go find some snow.
We should just leave now and go somewhere better than here.
NOW.

I believe you can do it.
Give it a shot.
What will the baby be? And what name will we give it?
You might be right. Crunchy leaves? While walking around my town, i think it was..
If so, i could only slightly tell. 

Our mini heart attacks were harmless compared to the kind that make kids scream. 

Good thing we are so tough-hearted. 

Remember how we dont care about shit? 

Our hearts are troopers when it comes to life.
Well. Perhaps cranberry-raspberry with a hint of alcohol. Perhaps.
Sorry i stole your chair, love.
I suppose snow would be less bloody. More beautiful, of course. 

And the cold weather would make things a bit better 

than they are here in this sticky airflow of music and words.
Lets hit the road, then, shall we?

There's a wad of hair in my bathroom. I think It's mine.
Gross.
I'll be okay. Is that what you want me to say?
My neck keeps cracking.
I think It's broken. That's called breaking.
Can we make love in the ocean?
I swear that you don't have to go. I thought we could wait for the fireworks. 

I thought we could wait for the snow.
A boy baby. With the name Silver.

Crunchy ones. Remember that picture. When you stuck them in your hat?
You looked like a moose. In your back yard.
But I loved walking around your town.
Kept us alive.
Remember the first night? It was 6 in the morning. 

And we hadn't planned on not sleeping. And I was about to. But you made me shower. 

I wasn't tired after that.
We are the toughest people I know.
Perhaps a hint. (;
I was about to say. My chair!
You made me go get this freaking wooden one. It hurts my butt. I think. 

I can't really tell. But on any other night it would hurt me.
Snow is numbing. Might fix our problem here. Wait we already are. 

More wouldn't be any worse off, would it?
Get my keys, dear.

Um. A bit of that hair is mine as well. 

I brushed it with my fingers earlier and ripped a bunch out.
 Tell me its more than okay and i might believe you.
A clear ocean. With every underwater species swimming deep with us.
Just tonight i will see that its all because of me. 

Just tonight i will stay and we'll throw it all away.
Agreed. A silver son.
I do not remember. Does that picture still exist?
Of course. And we sat in my yard laying in the grass with blankets and starring into the sky. 

It was the most perfect of all perfect days.
At least your soft chair is back. 

The wooden has not bothered me yet. 

But we will see as the night goes on.
I can think of other things that pretend to fix our problem here. 

A trip outside?
Done and gone. Grab all the things you want most. 

We wont be coming back. Ever.
A road trip that lasts a lifetime

There's a disease where people rip their hair out constantly. 
I forgot what it's called though. One of Chelsea's friends had it.

With enough to salt to hide other salties.
I want him to have a birth mark.
In the shape of an animal.
We can top that day. It's our goal now.
That was a better trip outside than the last one.
I would grab you. There's nothing else I need.
With my converses one.
And my lighter.
Maybe a pen or two.
Let's make more lists.
One,
of all the things we need to clean.
Two,
of all the things we hate.
Three,
The tattoos we're getting.
You have to decide.
There's still so much air inside of my stomach.
I need it removed.
Four,
of all the things we want gone.
Including ourselves.

I have heard of that disease. I do not have it though, no worries.
Which animal? Can it be an elephant?
That was a very good trip. Another soon will take place. 

May even be better then the others. Only one way to find out.
And possibly our lives in paper and pen form. 

Might need those. How else will we survive? 

Without the words we wrote to keep us alive?
You will not make lists with me. Ive tried three times. And might try again.
Im feeling a bit of that air as well. 

Maybe just starvation kicking in? 

Can that be a way for us to die as well? 

Also, i want to go read our other list we have.

I had a dream I was a werewolf.
:)

I was hoping you would say an elephant.

Nice choice.
Yes, let's make another trip in a little bit.
I'm sad we didn't watch the sun rise from the other side of the earth.
Tomorrow, perhaps.
We will be bringing them.
We couldn't survive without them.
I have already started on my list by myself.
You can join me at any time.
It is definitely starvation.
We should eat?
I have food. That I bought. At that one store.
We already are dying by that. Right now...
Add it.
Where is that other list at?
I has dreams that bring me sadness.
Rain much deeper than a river.
Mourn the memories later,
laugh now alligator.

Oh yes. What other animal could i have chosen.
I made the trip alone that time. You are attempting to sleep. 

Not that i will let you any time soon. 

Look how far you've come. Ill make you shower if i have to.
Our lists are not as similar as i had expected. 

A few things though, yes, are alike. When shall we start our next list?
Ah, right. Biscuits. And they were deliciously made. Thank you.
No longer is starvation sinking inside me. Or you.
The other list is on myspace. 

I should possible copy it down before myspace goes out of business. 

I assume it will soon. Facebook took over the world. 

The only person i know who does not have a facebook is my dear friend, john.
Goodness. What a song that CocoRosie has written.

-T&S