Let me wake up first before things start to happen.

OK - that's better.

The trick is adjusting the antenna until the static stops and the repetition becomes clear.

The wind really does keep blowing you through my mind. Sometimes I look around for you because I think I smell you.

I know.

That sounds creepy.

I'm the fox and you're the rabbit.

I sense that you're around. I swear I can hear your heart beating out of your chest while you burrow down in the dirt and dead leaves for the sake of saving your life.

I hope all the grease in your food doesn't hurt your stomach. Grease is never really a good thing. Maybe if you're a car but the last time I checked you in fact do not transform into a car once you've eaten too much grease.

Eating birds raw will upset your stomach too. I've got this vague memory of someone inpatient (not impatient) eating a crow. Feathers, bones, beak and all and then getting terribly sick the next day. He'd eat bugs too. I don't know. Maybe I read it somewhere. Like I said, it's a fuzzy recollection.

On a different note, for your sake I hope you never hear the voice I can hear right now. It's just a tad below a glass-breaking pitch. I don't guess it's real and it's certainly driving me crazy.

I wish you would have jumped too.
Just in a different context.
I could have stood there all day counting to "2" over and over again.

I really thought I could do it.

I wonder when someone will finally pull you away from the edge to move on because you just can't take the leap of faith after "1... 2..."

No, no I'm definitely the predator. I just let you believe you are.

What is with you and dead leaves and dirt?

I try not to eat very greasy food. But when I do... it's delicious.

There is no way that happened. In 8th grade when all of the surrounding elementary schools started coming together for Junior High this kid use to swear he watched his uncle catch a bird in mid-flight with his teeth...

... stupid liar kid.

I would definitely jump before you would. Someone can have everything all planned out but sometimes it just takes balls.

If you want time to step back from the edge you should just tell me.

I saw the girl with the meth sores today. The one who put makeup on with a shirt. She was hiding in a bathroom stall for an hour. When I told her whole I was she ran out, which is very odd. She was hiding from someone trying to kill her. She looked a lot better though.