Rarely do my feelings touch my fingers, and this town has an unending swirl of long I long. In an obstacle of psychosexual stages, I am orally fixated in a grey body of four components, and life is trying for me. I'm sorry to those whom I've neglected enough to pass gritty sweet gestures that don't fill the cup of the ones inside me, but maybe it's time for a new approach, and new passengers.
I sat at the sea's curb and watched the shadows fall on critters because you don't have time
I've read books you've always wanted to read because literacy doesn't appeal to you like it used to
I chant lines of Burgess to you while sitting in chills, and you can't see it but I'm talking to you
I've neglected the beach because of us and slur memories of lion coated sunsets on car tops
I wish you were here, you're missing everything darl'.
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i had a dream last night that you dyed your hair blonde.
I've thought about that once when I lost the rest of my head. I hope you would like to hear that I'm applying to two schools in Chicago in hopes of escaping here. Do you have any opinion on Northeastern University or University of Illinois at Chicago, mainly their art department?
I'm sorry, I don't know much about either of those schools. I have heard good things about both, but that doesn't help you much. I wish you luck with your escape.
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