Sometimes I feel as though I’m being kept around just for the chaos factor. Chaos loves me. It’s easy for me to cause mayhem (Intentionally or not) and maybe that’s all I am to some people- a part of the recipe that equals fun slowly crossing the border to danger.
Ridiculously close, mingling airs.
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It is human, she grits,
To want and to want and
a
to aaaaaaa want.
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Can’t tell her that I don’t
understand her,
because then it is just too late
to talk.
I love Chris Lindores!
I don’t have any excuse for not writing as much as I need/like to.
I’ll text you.
You’ll text me?
I’ll text you.
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I know as soon as the line cuts that there won’t be any texting, no email,
no instant messaging.
A connection with someone after a while. While as in months, maybe years, you may as well be dead because it’s not like we talk,
I kind of have new people anyway,
while.
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And, besides, Zimmerman knew when he said that the times they are a changin’,
because they have, and you have, and both of us have,
and now you’re suddenly, abruptly,
strange.
20 Cigarettes by Mike Gerbino. So good!
When someone I care about is crying I can never say anything, so I jut hold their hand or kiss them. I always wondered why physical contact between people was such a comforting thing: as if when we’re born we know that being held could fix everything, for a moment.
I snap between two extremes:
Happy
and
incapable of rational thought
