literally, when drunken davids drop cherry bombs from cigarettes into plush bar couches and ignore the smoldering grey air that puffed out of it's stuffing
not only did i waste an ice cold cider on the waiting explosion (because i've seen the way flames lick quickly and tall over cushions..) but also put out the smoldering disgust by bar owners at the pair of inebriated jokers to my left and right--
"stupid kids"
when, oh when, will we be stupid adults?
i believe in my happy forever suddenly and love him love him love him can't say it enough
IT MUST BE SHOCKING when a mob of any color kids beat the living daylights out of a teacher, no matter how often it happens
we owe it to the kids to not expect that. i'm scared of what it will look like when it happens to me--
and i had a dream that i was at my pre-funeral, which is what i must have if i am lucky enough to be told when i am anticipated to die-- the soundtrack was fantastic...
whoweare, whowearenot (keep it loose, keep it tight)
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