Put me back in!
Road rage with a penis-faced drug dealer in
pill-town, slackerdom, some people have Real dreams, "no, I will not
make-out with you," lost phone/drowned rat/flooded brakes, thanks for
the shirt *but, everyone assumed I'd actually wear that...together*
--someone said we have an anger problem, but my unlicensed
psychotherapist disagrees--She said we could rage together...She goes
harder--body on body *we joke with you
not at* In it, On it, At it--leaving something with a.c.vinegar in it on
your face for an extended period of time sounds like a bad idea, call
me in the morning, so fresh and so clean, clean--just found out Amazon
sells glycolic acid to play with @home--gonna burn something off, not
sure what yet...some nonsense about that heart-on-sleeve-thing (whatever
the hell that means), It puts the lotion--100% undiluted glycolic acid--on It's. Nm.
And, so, so exhausted by the idea of trying to win your affections.
I am a dream.
Let's just accept It.
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