Pink and Plastic

Cady- Oh, God.
Janis- You dirty little liar.

Cady-I'm sorry. I can explain.

Janis-Explain how you forgot
to invite us to your party?

Damien-Janis, I cannot stop this car.
I have a curfew.

Cady-You know I couldn't invite you.
I had to pretend to be Plastic.

Janis-Hey, buddy, you're not
pretending anymore.
You're Plastic.
Cold, shiny, hard Plastic.

Damien-Curfew,2a.m. It is now 1.40 a.m.

Janis-Did you have an awesome time?
Did you drink awesome shooters
and listen to awesome music,
and then just sit around and soak up
each other's awesomeness?

Cady-You're the one who made me like this
so you could use me
for your eighth-grade revenge.

Janis-God! See, at least me and
Regina George know we're mean.
You try to act like you're so innocent.
Like, "Oh, I used to live in Africa
"with all the little birdies
and the little monkeys."

Cady-You know what? It's not my fault..
you're in love with me or something!

Janis- What?!
Damien- Oh, no she did not!

Janis-See? That is the thing
with you Plastics.
You think that everybody
is in love with you,
when actually, everybody hates you.
Like Aaron Samuels, for example.
He broke up with Regina
and guess what.He still doesn't want you.
So why are you still messing
with Regina, Cady? I'll tell you why.

Because you are a mean girl!
You're a bitch!



Before anyhting ever began to conspire into a part of the universe..
From dust to meteor..
It is known that only one thing had had always existed.

It is her.
Our Mother.
Of everything.
The fountainhead.
Yet they all shun her.
Because they only came after she was no longer the only thing.



As I ride down the lane.
I brush past a million things I seldom notice.
This time I noticed.
The grrrrrr...Sound.. Linsie complains with..
When I go above 50 km/hr.

The Sky who flirts with the varied types of weather...
I empathise with Him...
I want everything Too.
He seems like me...
Paying equal attention to each adored Damsel,who claims to be his.
Rain,Dust,Breeze,Ferocious Sun,Wind,Drizzle,..
He is undecided.
He likes em all.
He loves em all.

I wish I could look at Him all the time.
I love the way he looks at me when I make the water my bed.
Wish I could be one of the things he was undecided on.
I would be away.
Up and Away.
With the breeze caressing everything mine.

But I feel Gravity.
And Ive assignments to complete.