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Bobby sits here watching you not watchng me. Your stomach exposed poetic notes flowing from my hands. Just now a michelle reference. Then her name again are you guys just fucking with me? Chris’s chrotch is exposed. My foot could be there in an instandt. Those glasses, socks. Glasses are dumb but the socks…well they are the same red and woll t;hat I saw in that old guy’s hat and in my scarf that my mother knit for me. The threshold has been broken…I need to chill out some. I need to satisfy my material needs. With car…that will be enough. Else, I’ll just move out and get a bike. That would teach them. Fuckin shit I want it so bad. I have the motivation just let me get it out. Cheryl will call me back eventually and then I will have a steady hande on it all. You know? All alright right? This rhythem is up in my head bro. Too much energy on hand now. This was longer than expected..