Tuesday, June 30, 2009

A rooftop adventure for a cigarette after an epipen breakdown.

a hidden stairwell.

Waking up makes me fall apart.

Drew's unfurnished apartment, relaxing with talking smoke.

do that to my anatomy.

I miss particular company, and I miss a particular touch.

Make me forget how it felt, make me remember only you, and I'll be as happy as I can, just being with you.

I just can't bring myself to leave this place.

Home sweet holiday.

Sex

or the lack there of is becoming increasingly irritating daily.

Back here.
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What if-
One day we are are all branded with barcode tattoos that we have to use instead of id's?

It would certainly be a lot harder to get a fake.

Midnight dinner.