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it's not that I'm trash lonely - like I'll take a body with a pulse attached. Weigh more that I'm choosey. I want to be engaged and co-adored.
OK. I'll say there's something to the A in thc. I had been dubious, yet k. I'll play. Nonetheless, it departs in fifteen daze.
homonyms I'm giving yew.
And, I do feel like a cow. Cowled. What are the lazy amazing things I'd wanted to be in my solitude? What was the criteria I had for "knowing if the A in thc arbeited" ?
It's like I once told someone about love - a younger human female:
"if you have to ask 'am I in love' - you're definitely not in love. I remember that when I was in the feeling - it's indescribable but like being on or off - 1 or zero."
I can describe this at my heart's leisure because my hairy legs with paint splatters on them and the charity rainbow candle burning beside me and new order at my beck and call. I have you.
What's it all been fore?
at the Kirk, I introduced myself completely spontaneously as "kristen Martin"....
there's something about the christians that get to me.
wonder why
I wish I had bought tweezers so I could pluck all the hairs on my legs like a wax job.
symptoms that I'm high?
there is a buzzz for sure.
I find myself beautiful to look at in the mirror
I want to talk to someone on the phone who I love
you'll dew
you'll dew
fruhliche robot
awe
tom wait's "I hope that I don't fall in love with you" is on my radio. Remember how pleased I was that Andrew had given me mark's music load? well, it was only partial, and now I'm just like someone loving Sappho poetry.
I'm going to ff it.... not in the mood....
which is rare...
well well mark Gerard here we have a police song. I do love this one....
no, sir - I shall always be the King of pain...
I was going to sign off with "bye" and toss another masturbatory jizz off to you, yet I've got such the imagination that I was like "oh fuck. what if I die for realz in a moment and that's my last word..."
excelsior
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