Well,
We’re out west
And I don’t think I like it here:
Everyone is really trendy and in a hurry, and I’m not sure I’m hip enough to be here, or swift enough for that matter. Perhaps I should learn to rollerblade and get a few more ear piercings, then I might survive the night, maybe.
I had to buy some chap stick today. I was just boasting to someone the other afternoon about how I never get chapped lips; the very next day, my lips felt like sandpaper. Lucky me.
It’s raspberry lemonade flavored.
And tastes like fruit loops,
with mermaids.
Or maybe it’s just the red wine..
Speaking of blood
And hearts
And other red things
And bridging seemingly impossible gaps:
My grandma said something tragically romantic tonight--
“if there’s one thing I know, it is this:
following my passions is one of my greatest downfalls
because it always gets me in trouble”
I’ll drink to that.
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