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we had to leave faster then we thought....so we are leaving.
i will spend my birthday in a bus that will make me throw up.
soon there will be big mama turtles climbing the warm greyishwhite sand for me to see.
today i got the two letters from you and they were so gentle and insistant and dreamlike,
and i cant decide weather i am happy to pretend thats the way it still is
or weather its sad to be reminded of something that is no longer real.
either way, its proof your an actual person,
just as you were starting to resemble a shadow.
everyone feels like a shadow.
i bought monsters for all the You´s that i miss, and the guy talked to me about guns and roses. he asked for my email address and then i got his too, and then he said he wanted to give me something....so he gave me a postcard.
it was nice because after today there will be no address at which i can recieve postcards.
part of me wants to go home and hide under my sheets for forever.
but that would be a waste of aeroplane gas and besides theres probably really beautiful women at the beach who i can envy for a while more.
and besides i might have a friend who comes and then goes with me and then i wont miss some dumb boy so much.
i hope you had a good time with the manitees, you.
i will spend my birthday in a bus that will make me throw up.
soon there will be big mama turtles climbing the warm greyishwhite sand for me to see.
today i got the two letters from you and they were so gentle and insistant and dreamlike,
and i cant decide weather i am happy to pretend thats the way it still is
or weather its sad to be reminded of something that is no longer real.
either way, its proof your an actual person,
just as you were starting to resemble a shadow.
everyone feels like a shadow.
i bought monsters for all the You´s that i miss, and the guy talked to me about guns and roses. he asked for my email address and then i got his too, and then he said he wanted to give me something....so he gave me a postcard.
it was nice because after today there will be no address at which i can recieve postcards.
part of me wants to go home and hide under my sheets for forever.
but that would be a waste of aeroplane gas and besides theres probably really beautiful women at the beach who i can envy for a while more.
and besides i might have a friend who comes and then goes with me and then i wont miss some dumb boy so much.
i hope you had a good time with the manitees, you.