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swallowed sum circles, cleaned my room into a piece of art, a cockroach crawled up my jeans (for real, from the inside, ten sad faces), a chunk of my hair got caught in your coat's zipper and i think i stepped a little too far forward. realized maybe the ideal is total nonsense and i cannot use you solely for my promiscuity, that's not nice, even if i am of the thicker-thighed gender. entertained the theory that most guys are no good at expression because they're taught about the quick uppercut and not to tap in, forever wrapped package that never got there in time, actually constantly heavier. also, today she told me that twentythree is the best year, the doctor said your body is at its premium, you are at full growth and you start to age at twentyfour. i hope to keep finding little goodies about each number.
the i key on this thing is just about broken, wonder if that's a delivery from someone, somewhere.
the i key on this thing is just about broken, wonder if that's a delivery from someone, somewhere.