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dear life friends
i am kinda pooped. i am now at a music festival far south in england. i am alone in a little pod tent with mansions set up all around me. they all have carpets and sound systems. andddd they are populated (mosttly) by boring boys. i am the opposite of a boring boy. i make it work.
i showed one tentful of guys my drawings. they read my journal entries and got freaked out by my weird drawings of monster creatures and skeletons. but i didnt see them offering up any of their guts, other than what they show by slamming on their mates. english english is like a different language all together. i find myself completely lost and zoning out--backwards backwards. this tent of guys calls me raspberry babinka (??)and play shitty cardgames with hardcore porno on their cards. another smokes me out more than enough and eat sour candies a lot. i miss lilli myers like a lost soull. i miss her i miss her i miss the SPIRIT OF LIFEEEEEEEE SHAAAAAAA
i am kinda pooped. i am now at a music festival far south in england. i am alone in a little pod tent with mansions set up all around me. they all have carpets and sound systems. andddd they are populated (mosttly) by boring boys. i am the opposite of a boring boy. i make it work.
i showed one tentful of guys my drawings. they read my journal entries and got freaked out by my weird drawings of monster creatures and skeletons. but i didnt see them offering up any of their guts, other than what they show by slamming on their mates. english english is like a different language all together. i find myself completely lost and zoning out--backwards backwards. this tent of guys calls me raspberry babinka (??)and play shitty cardgames with hardcore porno on their cards. another smokes me out more than enough and eat sour candies a lot. i miss lilli myers like a lost soull. i miss her i miss her i miss the SPIRIT OF LIFEEEEEEEE SHAAAAAAA