heated

lesseverything felt so right and so comfortable and so good and then he spit up some words and all of the good feelings lifted, and now all that i am left with is a mouthful of words i dont want to let loose and a heavy cloud of self consciousness. baby carrots were snack today and the purple bags stained my fingertips. i feel powerless even against something as cheap and simple as a poorly inked plastic bag.less
jack
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singing elliot smith songs
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