by evening light on the bus platform
i saw a fat old man in a trenchcoat wailing on a harmonica...
the voice of being alone
i'm a bit slow to figure these things out
(my friends give me that look, and wait for me to catch on)
emotional affair, emotional rebound
no one even has to take their clothes off
tomorrow i will make out with a ghost in public, and we'll call it art
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About Me
- monkey
- this is a blog about the tragic joke that is my love life and also sometimes some other stuff. it's not nonsense to me, but it probably is to you. that's kinda the point.
the trail of my delusions...it's more fun if you start from the beginning, which is the end.