writing parties are ecstatic buried,

boredom

 

actually it was like a kind nightmare . a page from a book of my poems . but it was calmer . change

a centaur eating unbearable brownies

crazy dream though .

you love my crazy & my chill . sassy pimp mushroom hit

 

ocean body graphs climate change and chorus

everyone is friggin giggly as all hell today . it’s wonderful

it’s both

it was also the fucking

 

she told me she knew I was a romantic by the way I dress and the way I speak

I love teaching

hotty pink workshopping days

it’s a pink day

 

I need a cigarette

& snuggling

giggling

music

all those silly retards

 

he looked great . I am not the past

holla to ya hey

I listened to myself learning music

lost I was late , I paid him in full he shook my hand .

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