what I wouldn't give, to find a soulmate.someone else to catch this drift.
but at the same time my plans are submerged in contradictions.
there's still too much untapped adventure, too many stories waiting to be told of stardust and heat and midnight air. with potion approaching and too much to anticipate, I can't handle losing the momentum when I've been building it up for this long. then again... I need somebody to stop me. this turnstile of young lust and loose tights is getting out of control, and I'm one jack and coke away from a trick baby and a criminal record. but man... prime years? they weren't kidding.
I guess the only gameplan is to trek on. I mean, these memories sizzle with shockwaves of unbalanced entertainment, I've got more notebooks to fill then I could ever imagine.
so why stop now?
isn't it ironic.
dontcha think?
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