not dead yet

what i really want to say - steven curtis chapman

'cause what i really want to say
is what the sun would say to the sky
for giving it a place to come alive
but my words get in the way
of what i really want to say
oh, what i really want to say

...keep listening.

this looks like...
(a) yesterday
(b) tomorrow
(c) last week
(d) zipppp-o

love,
missy lue

dear dave harolds,

gotta love dear dear friendship eh.
you know, i dont know much 'bout you dave. im always doin' the talkin'. i got some questions for you:
what's your middle name?
how old are you?
do you mind me asking?
what's it like to be a paralytic?
or a scam artist?
or how 'bout both?
what's your favourite colour?
are ghosts colourblind?
does that mean you're colourblind?
can i show you off?
do you take pictures in photo booths?
how many times does it take you to fix the doorframe?
do you speak english?
can you teach me spanish?
when can you come to tea?
where /are/ you?

love your dear,
friendship.

ps. found my play script