u can’t tell me what to do haha
i have a crush on every single person i see
and i walk beneath the fruit sky
with nothing except in my pocket is a crayon
how do i write poetry like a Steely Dan song?
“i’m a fool to do your dirty work, oh yeah.
i don’t wanna do your dirty work no more.”
there was a cute pink sunset when i walked home from
bookman’s and i got lost in it
my brain was all ffffffff;;;; from the cool chill of it
um then i was on alturas street