needs more paralleling
dear headboard,
i drive a lot lately.
i speed so often and i scare myself shitless. the roads are so horrible and disgusting. distance is tripled when i've had my license two months. i recently wrote you a letter like this:
i can't find a thing. bowls, towels, paper. we're moving, things are a mess and i follow by second nature.
enclosed is a picture from the first batch of photos developed in the bathroom downstairs of the new house. it is awful. it's underexposed by one second and i have a hard time figuring out how my brother gets girls like this. it was taken with rules learned in a classroom with desks.i scratched wings into it. i'm getting worse. fuck.i miss you. everytime i think about you i get sloppy. i wonder how you're doing and wish that if i prayed you wouldn't be in every sentence i'd create. sketched as things are, you are still the former most comfortable thought inked into the back of my brain.i don't understand your life or any of your social behaviors.still, you're minded.
turning footboard,
you snow so bad lately.
you blizzard so often and you're probably out of control. in the car i'd slide on every turn i'd make. if i had more experience, i'd drive to the post office. i could really use a couple stamps.
i drive a lot lately.
i speed so often and i scare myself shitless. the roads are so horrible and disgusting. distance is tripled when i've had my license two months. i recently wrote you a letter like this:
i can't find a thing. bowls, towels, paper. we're moving, things are a mess and i follow by second nature.
enclosed is a picture from the first batch of photos developed in the bathroom downstairs of the new house. it is awful. it's underexposed by one second and i have a hard time figuring out how my brother gets girls like this. it was taken with rules learned in a classroom with desks.i scratched wings into it. i'm getting worse. fuck.i miss you. everytime i think about you i get sloppy. i wonder how you're doing and wish that if i prayed you wouldn't be in every sentence i'd create. sketched as things are, you are still the former most comfortable thought inked into the back of my brain.i don't understand your life or any of your social behaviors.still, you're minded.
turning footboard,
you snow so bad lately.
you blizzard so often and you're probably out of control. in the car i'd slide on every turn i'd make. if i had more experience, i'd drive to the post office. i could really use a couple stamps.