T-bird i have always wanted to, presently and more than likely forevermore wish to read every beautiful, jagged, oozy, wonderful and exotic piece of prose that streams from your wisened fingers.
but alas, i am here the ultimate deadbeat. incapable of opening up for a moment to interpret,
i don't read and i don't bother to try and put myself in your lovely shoes
instead i dust off the keyboard and ask the chicken to peck away. it's like hypnotizing chickens and that's my own self serving hipster reference that i use to break down anyone i see fit.
so sorry, there's nothing else to say i am the ultimate deadbeat but i adore you so much. please know that my intentions are always good
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of course i know that. i don't expect you to read; i expect you to write.
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