i'm sorry my life is don'tsleepbla bla waiting for busesrushingpast tubestations i have no oj

spring means more skirts
and kissing on kitchen counters after you do the dishes together when everyone has left
and bikes with bells and van gogh
tracing the newly rotated sunlight as it stretches on your lover's back so he rolls over to envelop you like a birthday card secret and belated
singing alone after late night flights in the outside tube waiting area away from everyone else
you should come visit on wednesday. i'm free.
turn left at the castle onto jeymer avenue.






amsterdom anecdotes soon let me get my existence together.