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I have come home two nights in a row with mud speckled all over my face. The puddles were snow a few days ago, and my bike tire flicks the dirty water on my face and neck.
It sort of makes me feel good, assures me that my freckles will get dark again soon.
Oh, all of my classes are rubbish this semester.
My poetry professor used to be an MC.
This fact was charming for about 2 sessions.
I just started handing in the craziest shit to see what the people in class will say.
I cant keep my herb garden green.
I just want to read Hemingway all day long, bright boy.
It sort of makes me feel good, assures me that my freckles will get dark again soon.
Oh, all of my classes are rubbish this semester.
My poetry professor used to be an MC.
This fact was charming for about 2 sessions.
I just started handing in the craziest shit to see what the people in class will say.
I cant keep my herb garden green.
I just want to read Hemingway all day long, bright boy.