i cant avoid it anymore. my emerson application essay is going to be about bubble gum.

what is wrong with me?

I shall not sing a May song.
A May song should be gay.
I'll wait until November
And sing a song of gray.

I'll wait until November
That is the time for me.
I'll go out in the frosty dark
And sing most terribly.

And all the little people
Will stare at me and say,
"That is the Crazy Woman
Who would not sing in May."

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things are fucking fantastic. the worlds going to end, i know it.

penny lane: You know that. You know that I'm retired.  Always been. Am retired, and I'm tired.

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i can't wait to sit on my dock. maybe i'll get to sit on it with a person i used to wish was sitting on it with.

-granted it doesnt sink, its not very big.

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She was incurably dishonest. She wasn’t able to endure being at a disadvantage and, given this unwillingness, I suppose she had begun dealing in subterfuges when she was very young in order to keep that cool, insolent smile turned to the world and yet satisfy the demands of her hard, jaunty body.

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