lol graduation
got home at 7. contacts in for 24 hours.
want it to be tomorrow morning.
want cup of coffee and window-looking and jeff buckley on headphones.
good for teh poems.

and lover, sweet lover
please don't discipline your hands

(just kiss me in the morning
in your dirtiest pants)

they say the goodness in life belongs to those who believe.

so, i believe.

the times, they are a-changin'

will i graduate??!!?? (it is a mystery)

why am i not asleep. y. hyw//wryyyyyy.

flabbiness has reached an all-time high. i have three things to do on wednesday (art show/poetry slam/swim team banquet).
they all start @sev. ohseven ohno noseven.

golemgolemgoddamn

NOW, I DON'T FUCK MUCH WITH THE PAST BUT I FUCK PLENTY WITH THE FUTURE

just since some people
wear a mask
don't mean
they
did nothin'
automatically

need moar poem

i found everything i thought i lost + no pukin' + uh, i had some eggs + who wants to go to folklife like today/tomorrow/forever

G-L-O-R-I-A

where is:
- my cellie
- where is it