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haven't been very productive but more in a day dreaming state. Pure lust for something I dare not do...procrastination is a bitch that I can't help but fondle and love. I don't like to be over analyzed...I'm not that complicated. Devour me please, and please don't go, I'm desperate for some more some more. And theres nothing more nothing more. This guy that sat dangerously close to me on a bench late at night told me "you women are complicated" well thanks for informing. and I told him "so I've heard". A name like that who can resist. I keep repeating a name in fear of losing it in the void of worldly knowledge parliment cigarettes and late night insects. why does it sound so amazing every time I say it? So here I am, paranoid of the unavoidable. I am filthly. have you ever fallen. I don't want to be caught love, don't want to be caught. This part is good but its all relative. I am so filthy. Filthy fucking half hearted soul. Trying to make meaning out of the superficial news all over town. Please rub it out feel me grab it out pull baby yank especially when you don't understand. You said fuck yeah oh fuck yeah, it seemed so real. I am not able to continue this willing wanting thing. I know its possible to do it tomorrow and the day after. and its all one long continous moment and fuck. me I'm a horrible horrible filthy bottle of girl. Just subtract the g and make me real for once. Fuck me for something more than a juice deposit, I want a little, I want a little more. While I slept last night. Please devour all thats left please keep doing that wonderful thing please do it. Sweep me off. The ride seems so much longer when I think my way through. The thought of not even liking me kills me. well puts me in great suspense and I always want want something more than me. god it smells good. apple juice and orange juice and wanting some. wanting movement. I'm a good girl...just say good night and I might dream might feel like a song.