reading naked lunch on the grass in the breeze at dusk:
‘did you hear what he said? that man is a menace! everything he touches goes to…’
‘well, you know. remember like the character’s proposal to kill…’
‘so I just found that out…’
‘there’s you, and then there’s also gluten free, who’s like…’
‘but he was pissed off….’
‘she’s like “let me see what I can do”….’
‘if it’s not a yes, it’s a no…’
‘and I would…’
‘it depends what you’re having…’
‘yeah, underneath the table, or…’
‘someone was competitive…’
‘but that’s probably a gimmick, right?’
‘they all love you…’
‘where do you want to sit? next to them?’
‘are they more important to look at? absolutely…’
‘oh, a little bit of money, yeah…’
I find my feet to the path. *death to the colony* on the cemetery wall.
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