What my roommate is like first thing in the morning. Before I get complaints that is a self portrait:
That is why I usually let her wake up when she's good and ready, or make sure that I have a red bull and granola bar as sacrifice.
A poem about the last pack of cigarettes I ever bought:
20 Cigarettes
Cigarette number 1 was after a class so boring the professor walked out.
Cigarettes 2 and 3 were during coffee with the professor. We debated whether truth was absolute and watched as time and opportunity danced past and gave us the finger.
Cigarette number 4 I loaned to a philosophy major who believed that Teletubbies were dreams from a utopia on acid.
Cigarettes number 5 9 were during an intense chain smoking session in which half a page full of insults were invented; yet not the seven pages on the Bicycle Thiefs influence on such movies as The Jerk, as intended.
Cigarette number 10 was loaned to a buddy who lost his way, girl and car in that order.
Cigarette number 11 went to an old friend I ran into.
Cigarette 12 was given to a new friend I made outside of a bookstore.
Cigarette 13 broken. (Damn)
Cigarette 14 was after Alice agreed to show me all of her piercings. (Damn)
Cigarette 15 was loaned to Alice the morning after.
Cigarette number 16 was during coffee when both lied and said wed call.
Cigarette 17 was shared with Maddy during a coffee break.
Cigarette 18 broken (fuck)
Cigarette 19 was after clearing five footer for the third time.
Cigarette 20 was given to a girl with laughing eyes and lips made for poetry and the blues.
That is why I usually let her wake up when she's good and ready, or make sure that I have a red bull and granola bar as sacrifice.
A poem about the last pack of cigarettes I ever bought:
20 Cigarettes
Cigarette number 1 was after a class so boring the professor walked out.
Cigarettes 2 and 3 were during coffee with the professor. We debated whether truth was absolute and watched as time and opportunity danced past and gave us the finger.
Cigarette number 4 I loaned to a philosophy major who believed that Teletubbies were dreams from a utopia on acid.
Cigarettes number 5 9 were during an intense chain smoking session in which half a page full of insults were invented; yet not the seven pages on the Bicycle Thiefs influence on such movies as The Jerk, as intended.
Cigarette number 10 was loaned to a buddy who lost his way, girl and car in that order.
Cigarette number 11 went to an old friend I ran into.
Cigarette 12 was given to a new friend I made outside of a bookstore.
Cigarette 13 broken. (Damn)
Cigarette 14 was after Alice agreed to show me all of her piercings. (Damn)
Cigarette 15 was loaned to Alice the morning after.
Cigarette number 16 was during coffee when both lied and said wed call.
Cigarette 17 was shared with Maddy during a coffee break.
Cigarette 18 broken (fuck)
Cigarette 19 was after clearing five footer for the third time.
Cigarette 20 was given to a girl with laughing eyes and lips made for poetry and the blues.
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really, i think you are.
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i love simple paradises.
thank you!