i pick my gums hard to get out all the pieces in all the cracks of my formerly glossy veneer. this summer i will have to scrub extra hard to whiten but dont forget that my tan will make them seem brighter than ever.
i casually lay and think and love, but this is not casual, yet nor is it forever and that is a contradiction in itself, sometimes making me feel like a paradox, like a desert rose or something equally pre-judged and corny. it will be hard to forgive you and forget you and i have such a bad habit of nihilism that has always taken its place and that cheerful optimism certainly always loses the fight between them. I cant help the way i've alwways been, but you can and do, quietly making me feel better. however quietly it may be.
come quickly and leave quietly, but i know its not in your habit to, nor is it in mine. it is my habit to float into polluted oceans, staying with the current because with tentacles its hard to navigate.

there is snow and there is hail and together they make my hair take the apperance of a drowned rat
i wonder what its going to be like to live in france
again
curiosity killed the cat and i guess it takes more than one mistake to learn your lesson