Im digging through the log looking for where it started at least the clean stuff that i didnt delete
im about 200 taps in "load earlier messages" is going to haunt me my dreams i hope they have a sound track sugar ray, perhaps
i need to lay my eyes on the first thing you said to me with that fancy new number of yours
seriously ive been doing this for an hour ive only gotten back to march MID-MARCH mind you
but if i had to be honest the suspense IS NOT killing me with every tap of that god forsaken roll-over i get a different glimpse of how we used to be and how we are irrefutably now
there are times where you dont even show up in my dreams all i find a black tank top comfy black ****** a copy of atlas shrugged and a signed cannibal corpse ticket
and NO i dont put them in my dream ***** pack OR smell them OR pass them out to strangers
i leave them there i leave them there because i know that your coming back for them you left them under the street light to let me know that you are just popping in for a pint just around the corner
though my first instinct jealousy of course might take shape before i had the chance to rub my eyes sober up and actually have a constructive thought i have to admit a creature as perfectly sculpted as yourself walking clad in nothing more than an original colored landing strip into ANY public house would get a better pour than the next ten thousand
so i fold your clothes stack them neatly where you can find them find a respectable framing shop in the area that would still be open this late frame that ticket dead center on black matte of course and pick up your book until my eyes are too heavy to wait and my mouth too dry to turn the pages and i lay down head atop a tank toes inspecting the texture of the sidewalk until i awake