This is such a weird feeling, I don't know what to do with it.
The rain makes me think of high school and suspended classes.
It's so quiet, it almost hurts.
I feel so small. I feel so small and still.
A while ago, I caught myself having a conversation with the knob of a drawer.
When I got home last night, I spent over an hour sitting on my bathroom floor contemplating the molecular cohesion of the tiles.
My yellow tiles.
When I finally fell asleep, I dreamed of my grandmother's ridiculously hairy ass. Not that her ass is actually hairy (but what do I know? Thankfully, I've never seen it).
I want to do something crazy.
The rain makes me think of high school and suspended classes.
It's so quiet, it almost hurts.
I feel so small. I feel so small and still.
A while ago, I caught myself having a conversation with the knob of a drawer.
When I got home last night, I spent over an hour sitting on my bathroom floor contemplating the molecular cohesion of the tiles.
My yellow tiles.
When I finally fell asleep, I dreamed of my grandmother's ridiculously hairy ass. Not that her ass is actually hairy (but what do I know? Thankfully, I've never seen it).
I want to do something crazy.
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