Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Reoccuring themes with reoccuring dreams

Sitting around in my basement. You, you, you and you are hanging out. What else could I ask for a great night. You make a move. After how many times it's been said, talked about, joked about, you're still an animal. Remember the incident with the scene? Yeah I do. She told me everything about it the next day. The day you hung out you told me how to get girls. Why did you even talk about that.... With utter jealousy I sit there and don't say anything because I thought friends respected one another. Gifted to a man is a slug. That gift was re-wrapped in gift wrap. Paper back stock.

I read the clock. 11:32.

I have to mow the lawn. Fuck

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