THIS IS WHERE THEY FOUND THE BODY
I was so happy thinking about you in the shower. There was a smile on my face. It went away when I heard his voice. Made me want to go away. Sometimes so deep in to silence. So deep. It’s the only way I know how to find Looking For. A surprising cradle a suckle my topia It’s an only way to know.
I was so happy thinking about you
in the shower. There was a smile
on my face. It went
when I heard his voice.
Made me want to go
Sometimes so deep in to
It’s the only way I know
how to find
A surprising cradle
It’s an only way
THIS IS WHAT MAKES YOU SO WONDERFUL
Your willingness to enter The Open. In life. In Tennis. You show up. And you reckon with what is. You get Served. Ace. After Ace after Ace. And boy do you just Approach from that Baseline with nothing but No Man’s Land in front of you and you just Slice…
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EMILY I feel like we should kiss. Why? Because we both need to get it out of the way. And we’re best friends. That doesn’t seem like a good enough reason. Why not? Aren’t we supposed to feel something? Like what? I don’t know. Are you talking about a boner…
BLAKE A burrito. Man, no fair. What’s not fair? he asked. Burritos are gold where I come from. Where do you come from? Venice Beach. That’s not fair. Yeah. Where do you come from? Here. We’re even then. My mom’s really into burritos. Says they’re easier to pack then bento boxes…
Of all the things I could complain about. I feel bad. I feel bad about complaining because sometimes people die. Sometimes there is war. Sometimes there are a lot of things that are probably worse than what I feel in my own life. For example, if some really scary person…
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He says a dream, “is like everything is the same and not the same at all.” “Like things happen when you sleep,” he says, “and then you wake-up and you’re the same, but you’re not. Because things changed. They shifted in invisible places.” We were sitting on an orange leather…