Hullo, Miss Brodsky. We have met, but...I think either/both of us was too inebriated to remember each otehr the next time we greeted. All well, yes...uhh...."friended!" Yes, that's the word... Erm...*looks around*
i think i had a dream that i called you at 4 am. and was too tired to talk. so it was just the sound of me breathing. and then i fell asleep. in the dream. and i was like "SHIT HOW AM I GONNA HANG UP THE PHONE" but i didn't care. so i left a dream message of me breathing softly and quietly. i wonder if you dream listened to it. b/c that would be awesome.
you were in my dream last night. you threw yourself head first down a really narrow spiral staircase. i was freaking out and worried that you'd crack your skull open and you were just laughing and had a great time, so everyone was happy and then poison sang to me. but that wasnt the point.
i just wanna tell you how totally sweet that is. my head is terrible thick. and i fall onto it a lot. i have only been concussed once. a story in this vain, is when i was the dykey goalie on a soccer team. and i threw myself at the ball and this girl went to kick the ball but she kicked me in the skull. i was fine, she broke her ankle.
e only thing I ever think about is if the person I’m writing to hears my heartbeat and mixed metaphors, knows that they’re mixed, doesn’t try to change them. We are all dying, all 6 billion of us
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I'm sleepy.
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vivalaskull!
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