i love the smells of tar and gasoline.
i hate that gross old men think it's okay to blatantly check you out while you're waiting for the bus just because they're behind the wheel of a jaguar. not that i have anything against jaguars, mind you.
in the spirit of the holiday, i'll be generous - maybe he was simply coveting my beautiful scarf, flapping in the wind as it was, just so.
the end.
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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.
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- fast hands
- i like it better when you come around
- will it be enough?
- the crocus
- flutterboard
- lost in my head
- edification
- all in a week's work
- lucky charms
- figment of my imagination
- post script
- chicken
- thin pale skin
- you can call me fool
- musings after the smell of damp earth
- forty-two
- sad smile
- ginko leaf
- leftovers
- do unicorns cry?
- apples falling from trees
- train to nowhere
- one hundred years
- i knew there was more
- stars
- i wish i spoke cat
- airport hotel
- disappeared
- one day me and you are going to france
- dancing and singing by myself
- hugs
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