lets get intimate in the library, oh its hard. these flouresent lights never change, its not natural. the sun should set everywhere, candles should glit and glow and change and pass light off the walls flicker flutter dancing. the first day of spring should come with illegal chalk art on the walls of our college buildings, screaming happy birthday, anatomically incorrect plants winding the brick grit, a girl with dark brown curls and whiskey in the afternoon, mattresses on the green green grass, occupied with waterfalls and dirty gravel songs. go back a few years, change the pace, freckles on a sunshine face. what governs now is a little kingdom that sits in my heart, one queen of fucking everything, breathing and breaking and going on vacation. we work, we shift sand under our feet like saltwater dreaming. the bluest eyes on the bluest wave, a steamroller of plans knocking around the ripples and water lilies we can only smile at. we can only smile and nod, i don't understand most of the things around me - bacteria making plastic, where would we be?
did he say attics? or addicts?
they're both high
"and i'm too drunk to stay up with you, i mean it"
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