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i want to write you something about a guy who goes to the bank in his [bitchin] car and his [bitchin] car feels like a prison and then later [that nite] when the dude lays in bed with his wife he realizes they are strangers and she is like a wall he cannot breach and also umm the things they say to one another are meaningless and maybe everyone everywhere is more scared of being alone than in actual real love with their partner and these thoughts fuck him up and he pretends to sleep and she pretends to sleep
or
she sleeps for real
or
whatthefuckever maybe something else happens like [THUNDER] lightning outside yeah lightning or
fuck it maybe lightening like maybe the entire nite passes and no one sleeps and maybe there are bills on some counter or desk somewhere and maybe someone did not clean or wash or dry something and maybe there are kids or there are not kids ok i mean
maybe like they are a hip couple [yawn] like maybe they
they live in some pimp ass city that they always dreamed of moving to but like now they are in their thirties and each is afraid to admit that they feel just as lonely and empty as before when they were in the place they could not wait to escape
MAN.

yeah.

so like i want to write that stuff for you to read but everyone is sick here and i am florence nightingale so basically what i am saying is that there is no time

baby.

big kisses. don't talk to that dumb dick on your comments sweetTHING.

i wrote this in like 45 seconds. sorry if it sucks.