January 2012
lots of days i think about doing the retro dance and putting on false eyelashes. why don’t i ever do it? silly. i should
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my special talents include: putting my glasses in the most precarious of places, inadvertently brushing my glasses onto the ground, stepping on and/or putting all of my weight onto my glasses
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i know once i step out my door and ride my bike down the hill to where all the cars are rushing by, that cold, morning reluctance will change into fresh spirit
i just have to get there
here goes everything.
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next full moon
let’s walk around at night. i love the limitless feeling.
jesus christ, mom, did we not just have a conversation the other night about how on the fucking edge i am, and did nobody ever tell you that if you push someone who is on the edge, they are going to fall the fuck off the cliff, and the next time you see them they will be very, very far down in a bundle of bones and flesh.
can you feel my energy?
ever wonder how many ways that mess of bile can make a playhouse of your stomach in a quarter of an hour
