stuff i thought of and wrote down
sorry.
he said i was cute
yeah if you like long faced corn monsters
i wanna sit with you and watch commercials that are posh
like lexus and mercedes
and actually be able to joke about buying one
in an apartment overlooking the city
a sunny day on the beach
you and him cross paths, him on foot, you sitting.
he looks at her, his smile slowly erupting.
he makes his way over to her
your wearing a white sweater vest, with a white undershirt, and white pants. you hope you look radiant, and you are second guessing if your smiling is too shit eatting
they exchange akward glances, and he begins to speak
we dont hear the words
you cant beleive what he just said. sleaze of the year and suddenly that budding moustache underneath his nose, looks like a telling sign of his sleaziness.
hey, uhm, i got a house off the beach, how about you me, some wine coolers and my bedroom.... we'll watch a movie
she smiles politley and begins to speak, her lie fabricated, ready to be layed in its delicate wrapper
ive waited all this time, i think we should have more then a few minutes
but shes all ready gone, managing to slip out
he closed his eyes for what seemed to be a few moments
great, whys he not opening his eyes?
she left
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