i.
am upset that steven did not write a poem today.
although,
lupe will shine through, with his bright gleaming sombrero, on the back of a donkey with a new one.
with a bunch of spoons, and ketchup.
oh, and that poem.
huzzah.
- sarahsita
- i don't like to think, but i do. i'm kind of thinking, that well, thinking is what i'm best at. i'm sarah. and i'm alive. p.s.-that's not going to change until i die.
1 comment:
i totally just pictured you walking in the Andes mountains and right from straight out of nowhere--steven comes!
he stands on top of a cliff, on a donkey, with the sun shining behind him, and his incan sweater, bringing paper.
JESUS FUCKING CHRIST.
:)
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