The cold comes and things change. That’s how it goes. I remember the cold starting five years back. Five years back I wanted to be a frat boy. Four years ago I wanted to be in love. Three years from this I thought myself a slut who could control sex. Two years ago I sought control. A year ago I wish for warm and now, now... I spent this weekend wondering what this cold will bring. My friend tells me to blame this feeling on the cold medicine but baby, I’m clean.
I sprayed-painted over my dali prints and sealed a crack in one of the walls with some red nail polish if only for the fumes. Bit the nails on every other finger just so I could keep all of my options open. Are you out there/ my shift key is broken. Can you fix it/
I am not misleading you. The capitalization is automatic.
Monday, December 1, 2008
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