i can't do a wheelie, i can't touch the ceiling.

Jul 12, 2003 14:12

i can't seem to get out of this flip flop season / extensive heat wave.
dry heaving like it would do one of us some good, so we won't be at the utter lack of the rest of the afternoon.
going outside makes no sense.
until we find a swimming pool to soak in.
underwear bathing suits / cool nights in washington / raccoon forever / hot tub / his clumsy chords.
i'm trying hard to not say what i mean.
so we don't get hurt in the corners, where it really fucking hurts.
i found what i lost before.
may 12, you belonged to me again.
now you'll belong to me forever.
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