Endless sunderdays in Sonic Youth, it's not as embarassing as usual.
I think that kid Gravel was calling to me and that's why I vered into Adam's bike at 2 in the morning, flipped over two bikes and skidded across the street. So much slurpee in my hair, so much shakes in my dumb little head, alfalfa. Right!
And I dreamt in an easy chair that morning after the most exhausted walk to get coffee at 7 in the morning that a huge moth was crushed under my weight, crunch, and flutter and damp in my hair, propeller bug cutting my legs.
A. told us last night that he was an identical twin in the womb for two months, the twin died after the entirety of his life was spent bleeding and he dreams about a boy who's slightly off but looks exactly like him, molded figure in the night wrapping around some sort of void inside of him. I really feel bad, like puke a little in your mouth feel bad, because how can the rest of the population even empathize?
And there were going to be two A's?
Dominant and Recessive, he would have beat him up all the time.
All of the boys we frequent are incredible, not because they're the kind of people you'd like to meet, but because of the fact that they are that the age that blood courses around extra fast and they still maintain that non-creepy wave about them, and they'll help you when something's really wrong, and they don't laugh about tearing something up nearly as much as I would, they're sweet hearts, did I just say that? Did I just say that like the fat lady in the mumu who uses a mop to wash her car says sweet heart?
We took her to the doctor,
The kitty were a woman,
no the kitty was a man,
we took him home,
he ate a whole can.
