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let's go see the christmas lights! someone went to the symphony last night. saw some jazz guy play. i like the way the sunlight hits the alley behind your house on sunday's around 6. i'm never going to be able to sleep with someone again. why do people try to hold my hands when we sleep why do people try to hold hands. not often and i let it happen but why do people who would never touch you in real life hold your hands under the sheets. in real life. real life. about 5 o clock and we just wanna go to the bar. the bar is our real life. red walls. christmas lights. the way there is no wind tunnel and it doesn't make sense. the way it is a constant party, even if you're the only one there. we don't stop partying, we just run out of beer. it's like smoking, it gives yous something to fucking do. where is he? who is he talking to? how drunk is he? he's looking at me. keep looking at me. get jealous. how do people who don't smoke pass the time. he wants to see me get mad just to see how i will handle it. some girl who was taller then him, huh? i didn't want to tell you but you told me to tell you everything. some blond girl who was taller than him who he was standing about this far away from they talked for a while but never got any closer. that wouldn't happen if you were my girlfriend. i'm not going to tell you my personal business. don't do any of the heavy lifting. but that's all i do i have a bad back and that makes me a super hero and so they send me up in the genie and they let me help carry the couch and they let me spend all my money, i guess cause they think i know my limits, but i don't i'm an 18 year old with a credit card who goes through it all cause he's bored.