My whole life is like I'm singing the right words to the wrong part of the song.
A friendly stranger bought me dinner and my friends new apartment is actually a flea market. I dug through boxes of clothes in their bathroom. Garbage and treasure spread across linoleum floors. There is a piece brown hair taped above the toilet paper roll.
Yes, I'll help you make your bed.
A tourist hat and a red knit sweater with a row of McDonalds golden arches sewn right in.
The sun is coming up now. 2 brushes of 2 hands of 2 things that used to be. weird night.
Find me a bicycle and lets go for a ride across our flat city when the weather is nice.
We're all fucked up, lets not worry till tomorrow.
I miss the breakfast of coffee and cigarettes on the front porch in the summertime & the occasional hung over walk to Ihop for pancakes and hashbrowns.
Spinning around cactus and clowns.
When I close my eyes I see taillights and I'm driving down the dark highway.
Help me catch my breath.
What's your favorite Bowie Album?
Hunky Dory or Low?
You're on ecstasy and I'm about to die.
Lets go dig in your great dead aunts apartment in search of Time magazines from the 1930s.
I think that sounds perfect.
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