so there's this guy. he licks ashtrays and my first instinct would be to call him crazy. but then again he's peaked my interest more than anyone has in a long long time. he's in tune with his own reality, which is more than i can say for myself, or most people i know. he wrote me poem in exchange for a cigarette...and it was my original intention to share it with you now:
but instead i will keep it to myself. why would i exploit this person who is so simple? i won't. tonight was the epitome of coincidence, fate, and intuitiveness. he also lives in "safe place" and "there are fairies there". he's from iceland. okay, so maybe he's crazy. maybe i need more crazy people in my life.
Friday, September 21, 2007
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does he have a glass of water to wash it down? the thought of this makes my mouth feel tingly and my ears hurt like fingernails on the chalkboard noise.
he might be a little crazy...? but maybe he is happy.
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