[yellow golden cement toes]

[van words]
today we piled in the van and she twisted our bodies this way and that. it had been some time since i had passed with everyone with our teacher. later i hopped on my chariot i had to go and see what this streetness was about. i was taken care of by a lovely and the sun was warm for a little piece. i could have kept but i left and i stopped to see a friend but then i took my pencil and he didn't know but he probably does now that would only be the second time i made a mark but i lied because i didn't get ice cream, i pedaled to see the other curly one and the wind hurt my ears it is going to be hot soon but now i feel like i don't ever want to leave this bed. but this city i have been wanting to leave, but now i don't because there are all these ones and something seems to be shifting. i can trust the right ones will find me. and maybe it isn't a matter of deciding to leave or stay perhaps it is a matter of something else entirely.
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