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[tangerines]

and if i write here, i want it to be a stripped raw waltzing impromptu, Eb minor in three four time, something i do not know myself yet as i have not tipped my contemporary synthetic anaesthetic quill to quell such desires as i have this, particular plucked minute within this narcotic and quixotic hour of 8:32 in the morning, languorous with

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[godista]

Oh! Red umbrellas bring me to memories of the best of times. A saucy girl, brilliant writer, held one above mine and her head in the rain a few months ago as we gossiped about everything.

The sound of an oboe can be hard on the ear. It's piercing; hope you are well.

xox

[electric_jesus]

back into coffee meals i go; with my unpunctual but necessary health (only unpunctual as it is too advanced in time, should've been a predecided necessity) i had mostly quit -- i know what you mean of such needing calm mornings. i wake an hour at least before school though it only takes me moments to dress -- i need an hour to listen, to watch the morning arrive on my doorstep, creeping around in panties and not another thing, my iced coffee blender prodigal child is in beautiful layers of rich dark brown, gold and white.
i feel like my return here is regressive but i don't render it quite inefficient. though it's empty, it is documenting, and i do not like to lose touch with beauties such as you. <3. i am glad you do not submit to their empty pleas

[tangerines]

not ridiculously! no! brilliantly! effervescently!
x

[zyko]

words, a continuum of ripened resurrection, little black marks like sparrows not defunct but blushing, shrouding the bourgeois in their shit.

juliette.
word

[tigerose]

i was put into a french class in third grade, even though my mother wanted me to take spanish. they gave each person a "french" name, and mine was Juliette.

[zyko]

salut mme juliette...
je m'appelle guy

can you believe that was the "french" name given to me?
i still managed to grow up alright, i think.

[tigerose]

i have always wanted an umbrella that stands out. i have been carrying around a dull one.
something i wouldn't ordinarily do.. i suppose it doesn't sound very brave, but i got my hair cut shorter than it has ever been since the third grade.
i just walked out to get a cup of chai with a friend. the spice woke me up, and i feel restless. it is, after all, a friday. last week i was in New York City. feeling the vibrant city embrace all of my senses. i would get on the subway, and get off feeling like i had stepped into a new consciousness.
i didn't write about my trip to new england much. perhaps i should. you inspire me, your words pouring out of the crevices of your soul.

ah! and the hair, which you mentioned! pictures?

xo

rose

[_theft]

spotted you via yelda...and thought you were beautiful.

[tangerines]

thankyou, belle.