Monday, August 3, 2009

a memoir of the weekend.

we sat in the trunk.
the yogurt was not the right way.
i had to wear his sock.
it was exactilly 5 minutes.
the upper level is better than a fast food booth.
we skipped and sang MJ.
i like strawberry the best.
that list should have been of what's great.
too many pieces.
the humidity was awful.
he suggested his son.
old memories were brought back.
shakespeare and seuss.
she was pretty chill.
i was leaving.
i dyed.
we rolled around.
there was a battle of the mixes.
yeah. man.
it was exactilly 50 minutes.
i danced, once again.
i miss him.
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i think i will play the role of a poet, now.
-mdm

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