I love working and going on the computer–my love-machine–in my brother’s room. Ew! No, not that.
Just… you know. Cruising. What is with this. These words change so frequently! I haven’t the idea. What the givings, to go, forth. Withall and without. I never knew. I never knew you. This may be the last time we see each other. But do spell your heart in alphabet cereals. What word is it? I wish to know.
But fuck if I care, really astonishingly. No one know where or which way to go anymore. This place is a wreck. And you know what I mean.
This place is a wreck.