And your mom is my chief antagonist.
Both of which I already knew.
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I don't support abusing homosexuals but goddamn does he need to tone down the weirdo.
He reminds me of this dude who worked at Camp Canadensis.
I was a camp counselor two summers. My bunk loved me because I never got them in trouble.
One rainy night I organized a Navy SEAL style water gun raid on a bunk of older boys. We stalked cough through the woods in the dark all geared up with face paint and grenade balloons.
Was fucking awesome.
And got caught by the gay ass vice camp director who ruined all the fun.
A fat version of Dylan.
I was not invited back for a third summer. Too subversive.
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Thanks for singing to me.
Although the middle finger at the end was confusing. I almost felt like it was for him for demanding a cameo.
Yuck! He turns my stomach.
I know as a girl you somewhat enjoy him parading around your apartment half naked. He's like a homemade Chippendale's show.
Better him hanging with you than any of your other guy friends, from my perspective.
*****
I think it snowed last night I just heard a plow pickup drive by.
Haven't "checked the periscope" yet - the window I have to climb up to swing open. Which doubles as the ladder to "the bridge" - my front porch, off the front yard.
I could sneak girls in that way. But I'm not. Because the girl I want to sneak in is 400 miles away as thought energy flies.
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Another day beginning.
I am in superartist mode here. Cut off from everyone deliberately, I make myself think boldly and differently so I write new ideas new ways to you.
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I was enjoying your singing so much.
Your mom doesn't like me because she doesn't trust me. She thinks I am the worst kind of scum: aggressive, defiant and dangerous.
So?
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