I found these on a page of my notebook…
Making it clean
Forcing the grime away
Clearing a path for the light rays
Feet up head down wind in your hair
The two have nothing to do with each other. I think I wrote them because the words “squeegee” and “somersault” are favorite words of some of my Xanga friends.
On that page there’s also this scribbled theory:
I called in sick today, which sucks, because I really wanted to go today. I had important stuff to do. I’m so sick of being sick! Gah!