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Boy ThoughtsAllow me to be the romantic
Allow me to be the good guy
Im not your average Joe
I dont have short stubby hair
I wont show you off like a trophy
To my friends when theyre all there
I guess you could say Im your prince
Or your joker if you prefer
Id like to make you wish
That Id be yours forever
I may be a tech geek
But Ill treat you like a queen
When hanging out with the gang
Id chose you to be on my team
Being just as scared as you to make the first move
Sitting close together on a bench or a b
Writing Psycho-analyticallyWhy do you write an entry?
Who do you have to tell?
Who would you want to know after all?
Do you want some attention or some sympathy?
Do you want someone to care?
Then why do you bother to write down an entry?
Who really wants to know?
Would you want to know of your own life?
Why make up a fantasy when reality is just as boring?
Tell me a story.
Tell me about your life.
Tell me what you did today.
Was it exciting?
Tell me a fantasy.
Tell me some fiction.
Tell me something I couldn't figure out.
Could you do that?
Why do you bother exposing secrets on the web?
Everyone can see them
It's not like they're hid
Crossing Over The LineYou get those nasty stares from your friends
Those taunting words from those who don't know you
And you almost wish you didn't tell them
Sure, anyone you've told is up for experimenting
But you actually enjoy it more than a pity experiment
You wait until you're ready to tell your parents
One at a time in case there's that awful awkward silence
Mom doesn't know what to say
Dad, however, is a little less forgiving
He pretends you didn't just tell him you like the same sex
And he doesn't know how to respond
So he just walks away and talks to your mother
They talk for hours on the subject
You're listening in the dark quiet room near
HelicaseHelio and I were always sitting on the stairs, chatting about the lamina and occasionally making snide remarks about ribosomes. There wasn't much for us to do. Our job was to simply be, and let the RNA scribble down the letters on our foreheads when they came around every once in a while. Helio was a G, I was a C. It wasn't exactly fulfilling, I suppose. There wasn't much to be filled. So to pass the time, we talked.
"You ever wonder?" Helio asked.
"About...well...what's out there." Helio and I were rooted to the stairs, quite happily, but it was awkward to move in. He kind of twisted in the general direction of the closest pore. "Out in the cytoplasm."
"I haven't," I admitted. "What's there to wonder about?"
"That's exactly the thing. I have no idea." Helio sighed, gazing into the distance. "Somehow it feels like we play this huge, huge role in something important, but how can we when we don't even know what that something is? I want to be something that, that has
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