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i traced all of the letters on all of your letters ... and i feel fine.
jumping backward and forward. last summer was awful. this summer will be awfully good. it already is and it isn't even here yet, although it is impatiently burgeoning. so i boast about the future... it motivates. the warm westerly brushed along and through my legs today as i walked down to tamarama, over to bronte and back to south bondi. bikinis, gym shorts, i-pod and pony tail in cap. oh, summer, i'm convinced you birthed the multiple orgasm that i've only read about in trashy magazines.
i was told for the fifth or sixth time that i look like someone i look nothing like today. it makes me uncomfortable and embarrassed - and i rarely get embarrassed. i don't get it because i truly look nothing like her, minus the hair.
red. blue. where are you tonight? you [said] everything just right, everything's just right ... why are you still suprised by a quart of gin and a quarter scotch, a quiet airplane and an hour off the clock? ... how do i explain your body to the rest of my day? i'm not as good as the interstates are, i just can't take you that far.
does anyone else ever laugh at the devil? i laugh hard.
jumping backward and forward. last summer was awful. this summer will be awfully good. it already is and it isn't even here yet, although it is impatiently burgeoning. so i boast about the future... it motivates. the warm westerly brushed along and through my legs today as i walked down to tamarama, over to bronte and back to south bondi. bikinis, gym shorts, i-pod and pony tail in cap. oh, summer, i'm convinced you birthed the multiple orgasm that i've only read about in trashy magazines.
i was told for the fifth or sixth time that i look like someone i look nothing like today. it makes me uncomfortable and embarrassed - and i rarely get embarrassed. i don't get it because i truly look nothing like her, minus the hair.
red. blue. where are you tonight? you [said] everything just right, everything's just right ... why are you still suprised by a quart of gin and a quarter scotch, a quiet airplane and an hour off the clock? ... how do i explain your body to the rest of my day? i'm not as good as the interstates are, i just can't take you that far.
does anyone else ever laugh at the devil? i laugh hard.