let's try this AGAIN

i don't know what i think about lies. i'm bad at them. but sometimes being caught up in the intrigue of a really good fib is such a rush. the impersonation of someone is the ultimate lie. it's funny because you hear about those online creeps that pretend to be 14 year old boys to reel in the youngin's and well...it works and than you find out it's grandpa after some preteen pussy. how scary is that? ...but personally there are definately more stupid people out there than creeps. not everyone but most anyone who IMs me off of FTJ is a worse case scenario. i'm going to delete the account but for some reason i like being there. i like having that control. see what kind of attention i get. mostly math geeks from northeastern who haven't listened to death cab for cutie and think weezer is indie. please. don't even try folks. sophistication is key. i'm turned on by intelligence and wit. those two things and bam...i am yours. also...playing slip 'n' slide down the dorm's hallway is a nice turn on as well but we won't go into that. i can turn anything into something about boys. how how how???

prose. why does that sound so much cooler than poetry? i have chex mix crumbs on my arm. why? i uncovered my wound today...tis bad stuff. i'm working on scar number three. i'm good like that. blah.

lies. why do we call little innocent lies white ones? why do we call secrets dark? the ones that no one wants to know.

i want to be your pillow named frank. sigh.

this was even worse than the first one.
 
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