don't fall in love with everyone you meet

i am worried about nothing. bright eyes, relishing the excuse, wired daylight sleep. obsessively breathing and writing, walking past blank memories. i NEED some new clothes, value village, stay firmly apart from the clean-cut lunchbox scene. you want one of them? there are thousands of tools out there getting haircuts, shopping for plain pants and wearing cologne, neatly matching the billboards. have fucking fun. i'll be passing you as you sit in your shiny new car, oblivious to my true freedom.

a few more hours.