FIFTY-TWO (mostly) drunken comments on my facebook status, which was totally an accident, because I meant to berate Justin on his own wall but had a brain fart and wrote it down on my own instead.
It all started off with "YTOU DON'T MOCK ME EITHER".
Haha, good times.
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Evelyn
I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross / to reach you. For I am in love with you / and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
Carol Ann Duffy
When I grow up, I'd like to be a cream puff. A cream puff with apricots, or even a plain one. Lukewarm at the bakery. In the window.
Jeux d'enfants
No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
Samuel Beckett
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