0929 | 4js and 2fs |

water hangs in the air outside and you walk small circles around your [giant albeit frigid] bedroom testing your knee while
the constant loop of questions in your mind goes like this:
does it hurt can i run today should i call the ortho with the dead president's name can i take a small run just a little jog one mile no two miles but that will be all ten minute miles run for twenty can i do it all i am is sore i am not limping no

not limping not

limping at all.

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okay facebook is a time machine okay
okay yep when i am on there
i know every person i used to be they umm
yeah
they are all right there okay por ejemplo:

the girls i had threesomes with the roommate who moved out while i was at work one day the
guy who shot thru jeremy's floor with a stolen pistol the

girl

who i was fascinated with the

stories come out of the past that come out of the internets the
things ppl always said were crazy and did not happen coming at you in the middle of the night and making you scared and brave and talking yourself into entering your dreams like a warrior like

a person who wants answers like
a person who knows answers but cannot remember them like okay

for whatever reasons when you were a kid you went looking for something and then someone you have known a really long time tells you that they found something too and they have certain details that match what you think are yours and it makes your head spin but then again who knows

really.

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yeah okay so whatever the rain falls from the vaults and it makes me weird the rain makes me want to be quiet the rain makes me sad okay.

not sad like hold me sad but like the sad you felt the day you realized shit is fake and nothing makes you happy unless you force it to make you happy.

hi.

i am here and you are there and baby if you could i would ask you to fuck me sweet thing listen:

i do not like the rain.