jasmine:
okay.
nice.
not bad.
dreamy.
fruity.
kenneth:
nice.
sweet.
stinks.
stink bomb.
alcohol.
toilet.
me:
SWEET.
ugh.
balm.
glue plus alcohol.
(cough and step back)
(keeping to myself, i know the cigarette smoke smell's familiar, it's on someone i know.)
it was pouring water and clear soup. walking the long way back home from the carpark, i couldn't resist singing. the last song from the car.
me:
lost and insecure..
kempson:
you found me, you found me, lying on the floor..
me:
surrounded, surrounded.
kempson:
why'd you have to wait?
me:
where were you? where were you? just a little late.
kempson:
you found me, you found me.
smile. (=
oooh. it sucks, i don't wanna get back to stress again. just so you know, you can help me out. don't think it's only me, think about saving lives. (= if your friday night were not meant to be spent on mars or in woods, beat it!
23:21