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-i am interested in never ever being ironic or expressive of affected, unwarranted, or exaggerated importance, worth, or stature
-i am one of those people who relies heavily on their senses, but lacks sensitivity
-an unsent letter:
seriously, i feel like i'm in a stable over here (this claim/pretense also applies to "myfriendship" with our mutual friends) ya'll are crazy. the motherfucking cult, man... so good.
xo
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p.s. sorry if i seem like i've been stalking you or obsessing, it's just that i've been very bored lately. i guess that doesn't mean i haven't been stalking you just a teeny bit, but you started it.
p.p.s. yeah, okay, i sound crazy (not like cult crazy),but i don't feel crazy. i think maybe girls sometimes go through this thing where they want to get 'real' with people, but when they go and try it they discover that people don't understand them very well. see, but i don't know if this scenario merits craziness or not. that's probably something i should think about. i should not send this letter to a stranger. oh man. yeah. if i send this i'm crazy, if i keep it i'm just stoned.
-a sent letter (unresponded to):
jibber jabber.
i almost sent you the craziest 4 am stoned message the other night, but then thought better of it and deleted. now i'm thinking you may have appreciated it. hm. oh well.
am i creeping you out with all the e-communications? i know i barely know you and all, but what can i say? i like fresh meat.
-to a picture of S & K: so, are you guys actually out in the daylight here, or is that just a trick of the camera? either way, when ever this was taken you were definitely up to no good and suddenly i feel uncooler than usual.
-the garbage is piling up for no good reason. the weather is insane. the tap water is tainted. there is no silence. the birds are unafraid. i feel like a ghost. nothing is fresh. everything is a distraction. the television has won. i am shameful. music is cold. sex is dry and repulsive. my hand is heavy. my step is heavy. i sleep heavy and dreamless when i'm lucky. i'm so worried that i can't even be bothered to remember that there's a war going on. most importantly, when it's over, all of this is going to mean nothing. i mean none of this is going to mean anything. i want to live in appalachia or a small town somewhere, maybe alaska. i've got it; apocalypse fever.
-the only gem i have is at the bottom of a shot glass. i suppose i would be able to say which kind it is if i had ever cared much for gems, but i haven't. i can describe it. it's amber colored
-the gift to perceive and the curse to forget, or the curse to perceive and the gift to forget? which is more appealing?
-i am one of those people who relies heavily on their senses, but lacks sensitivity
-an unsent letter:
seriously, i feel like i'm in a stable over here (this claim/pretense also applies to "myfriendship" with our mutual friends) ya'll are crazy. the motherfucking cult, man... so good.
xo
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p.s. sorry if i seem like i've been stalking you or obsessing, it's just that i've been very bored lately. i guess that doesn't mean i haven't been stalking you just a teeny bit, but you started it.
p.p.s. yeah, okay, i sound crazy (not like cult crazy),but i don't feel crazy. i think maybe girls sometimes go through this thing where they want to get 'real' with people, but when they go and try it they discover that people don't understand them very well. see, but i don't know if this scenario merits craziness or not. that's probably something i should think about. i should not send this letter to a stranger. oh man. yeah. if i send this i'm crazy, if i keep it i'm just stoned.
-a sent letter (unresponded to):
jibber jabber.
i almost sent you the craziest 4 am stoned message the other night, but then thought better of it and deleted. now i'm thinking you may have appreciated it. hm. oh well.
am i creeping you out with all the e-communications? i know i barely know you and all, but what can i say? i like fresh meat.
-to a picture of S & K: so, are you guys actually out in the daylight here, or is that just a trick of the camera? either way, when ever this was taken you were definitely up to no good and suddenly i feel uncooler than usual.
-the garbage is piling up for no good reason. the weather is insane. the tap water is tainted. there is no silence. the birds are unafraid. i feel like a ghost. nothing is fresh. everything is a distraction. the television has won. i am shameful. music is cold. sex is dry and repulsive. my hand is heavy. my step is heavy. i sleep heavy and dreamless when i'm lucky. i'm so worried that i can't even be bothered to remember that there's a war going on. most importantly, when it's over, all of this is going to mean nothing. i mean none of this is going to mean anything. i want to live in appalachia or a small town somewhere, maybe alaska. i've got it; apocalypse fever.
-the only gem i have is at the bottom of a shot glass. i suppose i would be able to say which kind it is if i had ever cared much for gems, but i haven't. i can describe it. it's amber colored
-the gift to perceive and the curse to forget, or the curse to perceive and the gift to forget? which is more appealing?