4-midnight 16.02.13.
misc notes/draft
the ceiling hit the roof
the floor gave me a right hook
catching your eye
and ill never live it down
I was nervous and terrified
thinking I would not be noticed
overstepping the mark
I was ruined
sculpted like a shirt turned inside out
you don't have to stop loving him you know ...
can ogling kill I wonder
a panic room
i didn't feel right in my stomach
turn the dial
a body quivering over a half cup of coffee
sultry pensive compelling
grazed knees
something you just can't put a finger on
I was saying Chucky can transfer without the use of audio visuals ...
but whats eating him then ...
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Im sure there probably is an error somewhere just I don't know where it is ...
in a way you do need to be at that kind of a distance ...
the thing about women is they get all puffed up with complacency and expectations
and that cushion plumping thing from Men Behaving Badly ....
if I stay on my own Im going to fucking use
you know what I'm saying
our leaders are but trusted servants they do not govern
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