Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa
"Is your bed made? Is you sweater on? Do you want to, like you know I do?"
I have never spent all day in my room, under the rain, the covers, and a nice little affair with my phone.
Eating too much of the Halloween's early death rule, avoiding the water's nag, a dead end.
I have never loved the weekend more, beneath the influence of denial, delusion, and demolition.
12 hours emptied and filled, silenced and slurred, awake and asleep.
To Wish Impossible Things -The Cure
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