8/9/2018

 

low hums

 

Donít have time for this. It feels like everything about me is always a pulsating a poem that I have.
Jonas running to a party at lars place, and we stop at the trailer park, and we eat soap. Apparently this makes you breath smell better. And we go up the hill and we get there to the party, and they are playing
One and One by 2 Live Crew
We were just kids
It felt like the best place to be at the best time. we were like in ninth grade. There were girls kissing guys. Perhaps we could be kissed, 2 live crew playing and us drinking young beers. Until our bodies became this thing that was apart of a kissing game.
We just moved.
And moved and all the girls went home with all the guys. But we where there.