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 the cold air is peircing me.

telling me secrets.

that winter is over.

that i must cut my jeans and make shorts.

i am wearing the stolen sweatshirt from new york.

she was a beautiful red head.

her boyfriend would be a good lay.

thats not a good thought.

i love the fire crotch.

no one is to find this.

don't tell my secrets.

don't tell my jokes.

TELL me stories.

fairy-tales about yesterday.

tommorow's lullabies.

my heart is still beating.

i thank the divine energy that is allowing that.

where am i??

i am not here really.

i am under the influence.

i can't type.

die you indie scum.

i wanted COECHELLA.

fuck you all.

i love beirut.