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And there is no sorry to be sorry for
For a roll around the floor some afternoon so sound and soft
It made her swallow all her sweat
With every bit of breath she coughs
And when the day it came to pour all her babies
All across the bathroom floor
She will be swimming in them all forever more
This song makes me nauseous.
On the same lines of Nausea.
Who the fuck is going to pay thirty dollars to see the Avett Brothers? I love the Avett Brothers with all of my heart, but this is just too much.
How it pains me to see their posters in area malls.
(Specifically Urban Outfitters.)
Blue mango green tea and the little tea shop downtown have my heart for now and forever more.
PS I tried to get a library card the other day. Except I couldn't. Because I had one. From when I was seven. And I had like ten bucks of overdue fees on books such as; The girl who loved wild hoses, The story of Ping, and Roses are pink and yo ur feet...
I think they have a special list for people who check out an abundance of creepy ass books. I'm on it. The Motorcyle Diaries, Franz Kafka, and Diary by Chuck PajsfdoiusflksdjfsdkfljlastnameIcantremember.
Also maybe Robert Frost but he's not weird. Just dead.
But so is Tom. (On the list, not dead.)
Some book on serial killers and julius cesar and shit.
PPS I am going to a drive in tonight. Ow ow ow I love my life.
For a roll around the floor some afternoon so sound and soft
It made her swallow all her sweat
With every bit of breath she coughs
And when the day it came to pour all her babies
All across the bathroom floor
She will be swimming in them all forever more
This song makes me nauseous.
On the same lines of Nausea.
Who the fuck is going to pay thirty dollars to see the Avett Brothers? I love the Avett Brothers with all of my heart, but this is just too much.
How it pains me to see their posters in area malls.
(Specifically Urban Outfitters.)
Blue mango green tea and the little tea shop downtown have my heart for now and forever more.
PS I tried to get a library card the other day. Except I couldn't. Because I had one. From when I was seven. And I had like ten bucks of overdue fees on books such as; The girl who loved wild hoses, The story of Ping, and Roses are pink and yo ur feet...
I think they have a special list for people who check out an abundance of creepy ass books. I'm on it. The Motorcyle Diaries, Franz Kafka, and Diary by Chuck PajsfdoiusflksdjfsdkfljlastnameIcantremember.
Also maybe Robert Frost but he's not weird. Just dead.
But so is Tom. (On the list, not dead.)
Some book on serial killers and julius cesar and shit.
PPS I am going to a drive in tonight. Ow ow ow I love my life.