Monday, October 14, 2019

I just "Googled" how to make my keyboard light up... success.

Sad THAT THIS IS thee event that checks of the highest of marks of my day.

My brother has passed since


Nothing below makes sense...

My virginity is like a tarmac getting paved. A smooth packed layer over divots of shit. My innocence laid bare to those that see sounds and hear color. An ambient temperature that requires prepackaging. My cheeks are blushing a rose gold. My breath is shallow, and perhaps premeditated.
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