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All day I listened to Chesterfield King. Over and over on YouTube becuz it made me thinking of you.

Held your hand and watched TV 
and traced the little lines along your palm.


Yeah I mean the hours passed ok? Dark sky. No birds.
Thunder. But
yeah I did my work [kinda]. And
yeah that goddamn rain did fell [and fell]. And
umm
yeah sweet girl I kinda thought about you.

Like about the look that crosses your face right before you laugh when you hear something funny.
Like about the secret things you keep hidden from the world. Like about how your arms are longer than mine even though I am taller.
Like about how you are so thin but can eat as much as any burly man.
OMG! HAHA! LOL! DUDE!
I just typed burly man.
I
mean.
I dontthink that ever happen before.

Yeah. Anyfuckinway.

That goddamn rain.
The dark indoors.
The replay button on YouTube.
The pretty girls swimming in the pool of the past [I mean Facebook].

Me finally getting the cold that already affixed itself to everyone else in the house. Right after I decided I was of superiour immune genetics. So like I was in a daze right.
Know what I mean?

Hey. Did I ever tell you I like misspelling words on purpose. Wanna know why?

Commentary on Internet culture.

I'm fuckin deep right? Like all soulful and shit.

Word to the motherfucker.

Irregardless, I wanted to write something sweet for you tonite babies. Something that took you back to when love was fresh and new and exciting and not man-I-better-try-or-I-will-be-slash-die-alone.

But I couldnt get it done. And I want you to know that I apologize to your heart [and honey pot].

Oh boohoo.

Oh boo
hoo
hoo
hoo
hoo.

Against my window. I cant stand the rain.