over-rate it now

if there wasn't a better way why move in arching movements speak slow calm truths tears held back in the end actions dictate outcome never comes from output input sings all the right songs and i get these images of her red hair dangling thick from the top of her skull holding ari an inch from her shoulders
she smiled odd
"wanna hang out?" "yes, please" she asked me what my favorite color underwear was i told her white cotton but she was bored with that wore a green thongs (velvet i think) not that it matters we saw high fidelity and laughed about tricky
then she put her hand down my pants on the carride home and we stayed up listening to miles and not talking at all-

voices being over-rated and all.

2003-02-01 | 2:38 p.m.
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