Long walks at night–
that’s what good for the soul:
peeking into windows
watching tired housewives
trying to fight off
their beer-maddened husbands.
Long walks at night–
that’s what good for the soul:
peeking into windows
watching tired housewives
trying to fight off
their beer-maddened husbands.
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It’s nice to take walks. to look inside a window and like what I see on the otherside. I think this might be what my dad’s afraid of happening. but then again. he ain’t a romantic in any sense. he can’t be this symmetrical. he’s just him. sad. and an angry boy. I cut my hair two days ago. I took the scissors to them. I felt so liberated. boy did he get mad.