I put my fist up and twist up. Smoke until I errupt. Gear up for internal mirrors. Speak to me. Reflections speak louder than words frequently on many frequencies like I might eat mcee's. Like I might beat you verbally till you beg on both knees. Like I don't need you. Like you must be so see through. But can't cop a re-do dude I pity the fool...
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my date just flaked on me, and honestly, i've never been so relieved. i don't do this whole 'dating' thing...especially now that i'm a-sexual, and i know that this guy just wants to bang it.
anyway, i hope your life is going well. i went to dusty groove the other day and saw a whole bunch of girls werking there...they looked pretty cool. they all looked like they were having a good time..i want to start, damnit...getting back on track...ok... so they ordered that axelrod record you sent me after, but i slept on it too long...so when i went to get it, it was gone. i picked up another one instead: song of innocence. i dig that shit. werd. i'm going to figure out how to hook up my tables to my computer one of these days and make you a 'tape'
call me, damnit.