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Smoking in my room makes me dizzy. Quietly claustrophobic.
Soon I will wash my face, make some lipton and study my fucking brains out. Yes.
He took me to a large ditch-drain-thing under expressways where we can spraypaint graffiti and skateboard-rollerblade. Its nice to have intimate places of your own.
I miss my friends a lot. I've been appreciating so much more of everything. Intoxication does not keep me sane honey, you do. It just spins me out of this loom I've spun around my wrists lately. I think its just called impatience, jadedness. But he's a petal. I'm quite a dying fag (who has rediscovered things in brighter whiter more pristine light).
Soon I will wash my face, make some lipton and study my fucking brains out. Yes.
He took me to a large ditch-drain-thing under expressways where we can spraypaint graffiti and skateboard-rollerblade. Its nice to have intimate places of your own.
I miss my friends a lot. I've been appreciating so much more of everything. Intoxication does not keep me sane honey, you do. It just spins me out of this loom I've spun around my wrists lately. I think its just called impatience, jadedness. But he's a petal. I'm quite a dying fag (who has rediscovered things in brighter whiter more pristine light).