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so. let’s talk about tomatoes.
you know, the bottom heavy kind with the seeds and water juices too full for the vine to hold and then
they’re tilting tilting tilting
barreling towards the sand and then!
that red skin splits wide open grinning joy! joy! joy!
i graduate tomorrow.
i’m not sure where i’ll be right now, next year-
or in two weeks or a day or an hour but i guess that doesn’t really matter because i sort of know the difference between want and need and i hope you don’t think i’m lying but actually the best part is
i’ll never have to write another bullshit psychology paper or wear a collared shirt or say the pledge of allegiance ever ever ever again unless i choose and let me tell you something:
even though i don’t know where i’m going or where i’ll end up, at least i know about choosing and
i’m not even worried because things always
have a funny way of
working themselves
out.
comprendo?