saturdays this fucking lame tend to beg a lot of questions I'd rather not answer
i'm not going to type them out because I don't want to look bad.
I wish I had an estranged friend to send it in a letter to.
Somewhere far as fuck. Someone who knows me just well enough to still find this shit interesting. Who could regale me with stories of a life that is not even the slightest bit similar to mine. some serious non-fiction
but I don't know anyone that far
so again I'll settle with a beer and exhaust from some shit I don't even like
and probably just wake up feelin' breezy tomorrow anyway
i love spring
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