May 2012
Punctuated
with a smile, that’s how I want all my nights to end. Broke some rules, heart in a million pieces, but faith will carry me through.
Sunburned, sleepy, spurred
Sometimes I marvel at the infinite. I am reminded of expectations, of Internet radio and pocket lint. I forget embraces and ephemeral glances and smells. I think about thoughts of thinking that I may very well be overthinking thoughts; I think about the persistence of contradiction’s haughty slap to my face.
Well you might as well wipe away that vindictive smirk, you abstract plague....
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5:51am
SO TOTALLY READY TO WRITE THIS ESSAY RIGHT NOW.