leonard is seventy. thats what it comes down to. me and a seventy year old man. and the one who told me to stop looking. nausious making romanticism. paw paw and scrape away my day to get back to yesturday and that barking dog. freeze frame. don't make me answer my phone and hear the good nothing generic today and more and more. please i am seriously strangled by what i am not....so do what you want, and if you can't- do what you can....pretty much sums it up...andi know its only you shamstomp that reads this...but right now i want to vomit up feeling alive yesturday for 5 secounds
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know what? I realized today that there's not much a new haircut can't solve. I have tears for you. You and I need to stop puking though. Maybe that is why I crave the drama.... rage and bitter and bliss and heartkicking... at least I am alive alive. and you too.
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