Or the other
way around. Anyway.
Work this and witness the magic of sending plain mail through
e-snail.
If you are
in desperate need to contact me about anything whatsoever,
please do so using the form below or target holler[at]syghora.com.
Thank you!
Inspiration and/or suggestions:
You could tell me how great I am.
You could offer me money.
You could tell me how great I am and offer
me money.
You could hire me.
You could give me your two cents.
You could humor me.
You could appreciate me.
You could be confused.
You could make enemies.
You could make it happen.
You could witness.
You could make a big deal out of it.
You could recognize.
You could take baby steps.
You could try to break me down.
You could try to piss me off.
You could write me a lovesong.
You could nominate me for the Nobel prize.
You could ask me a question.
You could tell me a story.
You could ask for advice.
You could swear at me for not giving you advice.
You could thank whomever you choose for not taking my advice.
You could invite me to a party.
You could ask me to dance.
You could sign me up for Jeopardy.
You could teach me a thing or two.
You could
try to push me off a cliff.
You could try launching me into outer space.
You could disagree with me.
You could fight me.
You could buy me a present.
You could tempt me.
You could be from Oakdale.
You could rise against.
You could work for me.
You could call me Betty.
You could believe in me.
You could believe me.
You could buy me flowers.
You could never buy me.
You could try to sell me.
You could know me from the past.
You could try to forget me.
You could love the way I kill.
You could kill me.
You could be afraid.
You could ignore that.
You could be my eyes.
You could break my heart.
You couldn't.
You could betray me.
You could get it all wrong.
You could mistake me for someone else.
You could try to get to know me.
You could brush yourself off and try again.
You could prevent.
You could challenge me.
You could compliment me.
You could just call me instead of sending
me a lame, prefabricated message.
You could guess my phonenumber.
You could look up to me.
You could laugh at me for being not the tallest person
in the world.
You could hate my guts.
You could sting my ears.
You could get my attention.
You could never be a Skywalker.
You could put me off.
You could bring my a cup of hot cocoa.
You could give me heartburn.
You could turn me down.
You could treat me to some music.
You could try to see it from my point of view.
You could try, but you'll never understand this.
You could envy me.
You could feed me lies.
You could be chasing truth.
You could be proud.
You could be weak.
You could admire me.
You could offer me a peanutbutter sandwich.
You could think twice.
You could make a statement.
You could wish you didn't.
You could be a waste of time.
You could be fuel.
You could be broken.
You could be a given.
You could paint a picture.
You could be not that big of a deal.
You could just as well be theirs.
You could be more.
You could be a moron.
You could be Murphy.
You could save me.
You could copy me.
You could try on my stiletto heels.
You could try to run.
You could regret it
You could think you're the only one.
.
You could be bold.
You could wear my make-up.
You could try and hide.
You could be a mess.
You could follow the yellowbrick road.
You could be mighty good.
You could beg.
You could belong.
You could get caught.
You could be done with.
You could rob me.
You could ask yourself why.
You could be too late.
You could be prejudiced.
You could be overrated.
You could act as if.
You could lay me off.
You could make me a star.
You could offend me.
You could be losing an eye.
You could dream pink elephants.
You could bite your tongue.
You could jump.
You could fool me.
You could be fooled.
You could be very disappointed.
You could be sick and tired of reading this damned list.
You could swallow your pride.
You could be Amy Winehouse.
You could scream.
You could be going out for cigarettes.
You could be infected.
You could be a trojan.
You could be 300.
You could just be nobody. .
You could want me gone.
You could be dead inside.
You could be addicted.
You could suffer.
You could overcome.
You could start a fire.
You could put it out.
You could blow me away.
You could be there to pick up the pieces.
You could be foe.
You could be Poe.
You could get terribly lost.
You could discover.
You could be me..
So, you could just go offline..