what wasn't bad

alexandre talks late night math myths calls friends we laugh and lean back all at once, fingers cross our faces it's all so smiple someone says she says we love wortthless days teh best and i've got so much left so much left to do scenester darlings our embraces are so wrhtwhile and pavement plays low maybe braid laughing was so overrated sex was taken oh taken for granted and mischeifs caused were in our minds so in our minds so in our minds was a good place to be, lights. candles anyone and we're all so quieti remember sharing smokes with ghosts the air was ours to breathe in just a few instants sunday's vest in the background and time was spent, hours blew by: the only way we wanted them to and that's how it should be should always be and i feel fingers stretch into a smile just thinking about it.

2003-11-25 | 7:12 p.m.
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