novembre

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besmirched

I like to take existing structures and cut holes into them.

at that concert, that time;
one night in a san franciscan lonely hearts club, dear jesus.

wise
wise wise WERE
i know what you meant,
a hard aspect of oxymoron

drunkenly bigger girls said love is crying at your---
you second guessed so many sensitive conclusions.
i
am
misrepresented.
speaking of art and fame, everyone is "washed up"
or mopping---

my amazing elevator abstracted other peoples' thoughts.
or is, when in love

though.

you grabbed my
you twisted my
you you you
i kind of like how that felt
even though you said "jesus" wrong
and i still think your words were misinterpreted.

11:44 pm - 08.27.03

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