ran off suddenly, barely dressed, didn't even turn off the computer and lock the door. on a whim. poor timing though. sat on the bus stop waiting for the bus that never came. why so lazy? just walk to the ocean. it's only 17 minutes.
listen to the sweet voice singing in your ear: she said to me -- take my hand, walk to the ocean, to the ocean... you'll hear this voice in december again -- two weeks late for his birthday -- still give him presents, as always...
the guys give you way too many stairs, can never climb so many -- whacha looking at, never seen a women with all proper anatomy? good grief, looking fuckable is too weird a thing to be a real compliment, especially because the intent has nothing to do with that whatsoever. please, people, i'm just trying to get some epidermal melanin release secondary to solar radiation. yes, i'll walk to the ocean, and listen to something very moody. nothing like 3mp in that department. if you cross, red sensing, silver monkey syndicate and some others. let this flow and saturate non-dominant hemisphere
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