i don't know how i met her exactly. you'd be bored by the remembrance. the only reason i'm even thinking about her is because of the velvet underground. not the bar.
i think it's cheap to introduce art to make it seem like taste equals character. but i do it anyway.
i guess there are more obscure ways to tell people you're in love. maybe not telling anyone is the best way.
i don't want another one of the women i always get. but those are exactly the women i can't stop thinking about. the ones that give you excuses to leave everything.
leaving your doors open in the summer means you're gonna get flies.
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