It's not my fault. I'm just uninterested. Always. That is, uninterested in anything but this: [you guys are seriously the fucking bomb& what is alyssa's face doing?]
With rhythms like the tide, there's little to control her. Nothing but the subtle pull of the moon and the faith that tomorrow she'll crawl upon some unknown shore of some unknown destination. If she wants a getaway she'll find it. Arriving, as if carried on the crest of waves. A stomach full of salty objects: coral, sand, turtle shells, glass. All wearing away (their welcome) as they sway inside of her at the mercy of the moon and its moods. Curling over. Going back to sleep. Crashing down.
DEAR DYLAN: I am SO SORRY I missed your birthday bash. I was sick in bed with a 102.2 temp, I just couldn't get up at all :( EITHER WAY, let's get together over vacation now that i'm un-sick and shit. I'll buy you something reaaally nicenice. ooookay? love, mare.
! KERRY IS BACK FROM HER DONALD TRUMP CONVENTION. (No, I'm serious.) ! Into the Woods: six down four to go. ! Condo pary all the time. _________________________________________________________ It's nice to just be.
Lazy, you lazy poet, your words are reckless, and I can't feel it But hey, hey, all the boys I have ever loved have been digital I've been a guest, on a screen, or in a book! I move 'em with my thumbs, I move them with my thumbs I write his name in nothing, he whispers to the author That I will be the only one
Escape! Escape! This time, for real! We fool around in the service lane He's the only friend I have who doesn't do cocaine And all the boys I have ever loved have been confidential Had a broken home, or a seedy past So I know it's gonna last And move him with your thumbs, I move him with my thumbs He needs, he needs my guidance, he needs, he needs my time Though I am not the only one
He swam! To the edge of the wall of the world! Followed my voice, and he cried Master! The answer is maybe... Maybe not... Maybe not... Maybe not! I have goals! Gotta fulfill the seven prophecies! Gotta be a friend to grandmother! Gotta rescue Michael from the White Witch! Gotta find and kill my shadow self Gotta dig up every secret seashell You may have been made for love... But I'm just made.
SO, all of a sudden i'm in this show because kelly comes down with mono. AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON. It opens Friday @ the stratton, enjoy.
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