um. thing.kill sheep.
bored bored bored bored bored bored.
and almost beautiful.
since my hair is blonde now.
part of itpretty pretty and the sex godpart of it
wander through corvallis and surrounding areas there wasnt much to do so as much as we could would be alright and not very nice. against me! slipps through the fault in my ear so the New York Dolls take over to rest me upon the matress of who once was. we had our interests white powder and candy treats together we were two people apart we were one im not in love. i dont write poetry. i sit and listen to the traffic as it swirls around me eating the milkshake i just spilled all over my brand new way i thought i c
nothing elsehadn't you promised me a garden from the beginning? i remember the sounds were playing on repeat in my small confined mind cameras flash backwards while you pretend to not mean what you said. she was with me we remember we remember the time you left for a chance with her and her love of what she could never have. everything fell into place i finally got my white tulips while you ran through the gardennothing else
I once called ours. it was full of thorns and hurt because things didn't make sense to you. you promised it you rememb
i havn't talked to you in forever
sooo i was just writting to say hi..
i don't want to
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"... better suck it up 'cause you bled through"
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