1010. I wonder what that means in binary. Iloveyou. thankyou. yourpoetrysucks. picklesonthemoon. refrigerator.
The night ended with Samson (and Regina).
Sometimes my dreams smell like patchouli. or car wrecks, or airports. Exhaust fume, gasoline; only when I'm dreaming of you, though.
I hit 1000. 2+ times, but I hit it running and sputtering, left it on the ground to come back to tomorrow. Sorry, I was just so exciting about having a thou, in the sand. Have people really come back to me, and kept scanning their eyes over my pages? Weird.