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hopefully i won't really feel the need to do this, you know hopefully i will be in santa cruz, but sara lindsey has enthusiastically extended to me an invitation to taking up living accomodations with her in the backyard of james and rob wilson. she's a freakin dollface to even ask me that, and im forever grateful even if nothing happens
it's nice- it's got three rooms and one of them is a kitchen. i think it's a really cool arrangement, and i like sara a lot! we are good playmates and could have a lot of fun i think.
plus i am already used to having my front yard be a backyard
sara and me like to play video games together and take walks. its really cute actually, and we'd make perfect housemates. we both don't do coke and we both bro it up in frightening quantities while admiring NBA superstar Manut Bol. does this not sound like a good idea?
hey everyone don't read this unless you appreciate the terribly boring and commonplace: my stupid heart is getting lonely.
take us away beck*!!
insane to complain about a shotgun wedding and a stain on your shirt don't believe everything you see you've got a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve so throw some mace on your face in the dark blah blah blah burn down the trailer park, yo- CUT IT!. soy un perdador. i'm a loozuh baby, so why donchya kill me? drive by beefing double barrel buckshot!
*me poorly recalling beck's lyrics
jacob and i are going to plant an oak tree together; i am the luckiest girl in omaha
i wonder what it would be like to hold candlelight vigil for a stuffed animal. people might shed a few tears out of decency.
take us away james tate*
MY FELISBERTO
My felisberto is handsomer than your mergotroid,
although, admittedly, your mergotroid may be the wiser of the two.
Whereas your mergotroid never winces or quails,
my felisberto is a titan of inconsistencies.
For a night of wit and danger and temptation
my felisberto would be the obvious choice.
However, at dawn or dusk when serenity is desired
your mergotroid cannot be ignored.
Merely to sit near it in the garden
and watch the fabrications of the world swirl by,
the deep-sea's bathymetry wash your eyes,
not to mention the little fawns of the forest
and their flip-floppy gymnastics, ah, for this
and so much more your mergotroid is infinitely preferable.
But there is a place for darkness and obscurity
without which life can sometimes seem too much,
too frivolous and too profound simultaneously,
and that is when my felisberto is needed,
is longed for and loved, and then the sun can rise again.
The bee and the hummingbird drink of the world,
and your mergotroid elaborates the silent concert
that is always and always about to begin.
*100% genuine beefy james tate!!!
ilu all [hug src=meandmyself.org/myarms.php]
it's nice- it's got three rooms and one of them is a kitchen. i think it's a really cool arrangement, and i like sara a lot! we are good playmates and could have a lot of fun i think.
plus i am already used to having my front yard be a backyard
sara and me like to play video games together and take walks. its really cute actually, and we'd make perfect housemates. we both don't do coke and we both bro it up in frightening quantities while admiring NBA superstar Manut Bol. does this not sound like a good idea?
hey everyone don't read this unless you appreciate the terribly boring and commonplace: my stupid heart is getting lonely.
take us away beck*!!
insane to complain about a shotgun wedding and a stain on your shirt don't believe everything you see you've got a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve so throw some mace on your face in the dark blah blah blah burn down the trailer park, yo- CUT IT!. soy un perdador. i'm a loozuh baby, so why donchya kill me? drive by beefing double barrel buckshot!
*me poorly recalling beck's lyrics
jacob and i are going to plant an oak tree together; i am the luckiest girl in omaha
i wonder what it would be like to hold candlelight vigil for a stuffed animal. people might shed a few tears out of decency.
take us away james tate*
MY FELISBERTO
My felisberto is handsomer than your mergotroid,
although, admittedly, your mergotroid may be the wiser of the two.
Whereas your mergotroid never winces or quails,
my felisberto is a titan of inconsistencies.
For a night of wit and danger and temptation
my felisberto would be the obvious choice.
However, at dawn or dusk when serenity is desired
your mergotroid cannot be ignored.
Merely to sit near it in the garden
and watch the fabrications of the world swirl by,
the deep-sea's bathymetry wash your eyes,
not to mention the little fawns of the forest
and their flip-floppy gymnastics, ah, for this
and so much more your mergotroid is infinitely preferable.
But there is a place for darkness and obscurity
without which life can sometimes seem too much,
too frivolous and too profound simultaneously,
and that is when my felisberto is needed,
is longed for and loved, and then the sun can rise again.
The bee and the hummingbird drink of the world,
and your mergotroid elaborates the silent concert
that is always and always about to begin.
*100% genuine beefy james tate!!!
ilu all [hug src=meandmyself.org/myarms.php]