with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
hiding from the rain
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
like magnets
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
no like which do people call me
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
as in
and the fake qualifier
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.