too much alcohol made this
thinking life can never get better than this roller coaster, munching on Melancholie as slowly the sugar melts the caramel dream. sadness rules the world. turning to see just as when the axe falls. would it pain you to see love ain't here anymore? hurry and see the tail of routines rounding the bend. careful, it will lash you hard on the back. hold out your hands though they cannot ward off the pain. where have they been? the fingers only mine moments before, a heartbeat gone faint. like a front act out of tune, trying too hard to show the next band is rocking good. wait. wait like it matters still. matters still to me. curled toes and high arches. say words like maybe, i hope. you wanna brush off the few strands of hair that cover her eyes, like you want to for every pretty girl you see. girls in miniskirts, girls drinking more than they can handle. vomit on your shoes. girls you love nonetheless. grown men refusing to leave the 70's. strumming their guitars. hairstyle swept like Lennon. pierced ears & boyish smiles. i, itching to leave while the music plays. bummed out and out of cigarettes. spending someone else's hard earned pay. blowing through the foam of my cappuccino. peeling off the layers. peels like soft, slow sex on a saturday night. and then a slow smile from across the room. where’ve you been stranger?
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kita tayo bukas, gusto mo?
tara! you and i have a lot to talk about. text mo saan at ano oras.
Dionysian remembrances and reckonings. Sounds like a rocking night with magical reflections of sad candy hearts eyes smiles guitars, especially stranger.
Girls wandering haphazardly around Fulham night clubs with no shoes *through their own vomit on the floor* to smooch up against strangers.
Trump!
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