the things that keep coming out of my head

i worked out today. and as i left, dignal said to me, "Suzin, if i were a guy, i'd think you had a nice butt." some things just cannot be asplained.

today i met a man named Israel who sported a handlebar mustache. i've found that it's exceedingly hard to take seriously anything said by a man with a handlebar mustache. we (digs, jo, me) ate lunch with him.

i find that i've been looking forward to the praise/worship segments of chapel. i even find myself checking the clock in speech, anticipating. and when we can hear chapel begin through the walls, i listen to find out if there are good songs on the agenda.


Adjectives on the typewriter
He moves his words like a prizefighter
The frenzied pace of the mind inside the cell

I'm so nervous, I'm so tense
My heart can't forget about its self defense
The air is so hot and my breath comes fast
I thumb the cool blade but I know this can't last
I thumb the cool blade but I know this can't last

Outside, outside the walls
Out there you don't hear the echoes and calls
But the steel eye, tight jaw
Say it all, say it all
But the white paint, plastic saints
Say it all, say it all, say it all

Say it all (say it all)
Say it all (say it all)
Say it all (say it all)

Say somebody's got to say it all
Somebody's got to say it all