Michicant
Nice girls finish… Never-ish
3:56 am when I heard the bike sound bell on the Bon Iver song, Michicant. I’m laying in le bed island of Sara’s guest room, GP Rapids, MI.
My only thoughts are:
Nope.
Michigan, so different had it been a month ago.
I just want to get you out of my life.
Boys lie. Boys that are friends will lie.
she is always and never the same
- 8 pillows
- 1 Katia
- 2 down comforters
these things occupy bed island
- 8 pillows don’t come close to man friend cuddles
“he made me a song and it’s really, really good. it actually doesn’t suck.”
simple pleasures of a masochist.
The Rural Alberta Advantage, “The Break Up” + Beers + Camel Lights on the back porch while watching lightning strike across the way in the rainstorm.
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