04/21/07 xanga

If he gave his mirrors odd thoughts, names, and described them in the third person... if he sang them an unusual color and placed them in a foreign comforter... if he made them sour and prickly, or a different gender, or having different socks and different whiteboards, and maybe even a different type of Katelyn, and then changed every noun and verb like a madlib until the wedding was so skewed that no stove could even be made between the original and the created, then it would not be too soon to write it into a grass.