I was referring to the “still like you a whole lot.” Others include “You’re someone worth confiding in” and “haha. I believe it. I wasn’t at my compouter when u sent these though… sorry if you took offense that I wasn’t responding. and I already knew you were crazy ;)…aw see I wouldn’ta said that if I knew you were gona be all mad at me. it really ain’t true avis” All that aside, the timing just isn’t right. All of our successful hangouts have been initiated by chance run-ins. For 4 months there won’t be any of those seeing as how he’ll be abroad. Sooo I need to find a new wild, witty boy to carry my heart who is a non-threatening level of cray and who isn’t in any kind of complicated situation with another girl. That is all. Either way, I’m an independent lady now.
My thoughts are cross dressers
drinking five dollar bottles of wine
while performing a maladroit square dance
in a moon bounce. When they ricochet into speech
they make no more sense than acid tubas,
but sound just as lovely. Pretty little fools that they are,
they apply too much glitter and lopsided lashes
to look more like basic babes. I’d like to eat them
like pulp fiction candy, but that craving is biological.
They are my own organic mucous taffy.
To the average consumer they’re probably
comparable to those suckers encased with crickets
and scorpions. I can’t really think of any other product
that is all at once so unappealing, intriguing,
sugary, creepy, and comical. See what I mean now?
My thoughts are so absurd they think they are
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foxxtrot: Tiffanie and I spent seven hours getting high and making christmas postcards These are awesome.