Tonight. I met a girl named cleopatra. She was in love with a cliche. A grade a cliche, at tar. She enjoyed the fine tunes f the family mindless and the y-chromosomes offspring.
Please don't run the red light.
You take pills. You're so fucking indie, you're so fucking outer limits, you're so fucking against the grain, you take pills to keep your heart beating, that usually keeps others hearts pacing. Bad ass.
You made me feel like a god for having a lucid dream, that lasted about 30 seconds.
How'd you become so cool?
you're like from the Lower East Side or some shit. I feel like we're driving to eat Chinese, instead of my Stepford Wives-esque home. I feel like Ellen Page, with you. Actually. Or Jesse Eisenberg. Wait. More like Michael Cera. Eisenberg is a total tool. He played that Facebook cunt, too well. Michael Cera, Arrested Development.
For the first time I feel like I fell in live with a chick, almost. I've felt it before, with my other friends. But not since Ciara. I forgot I had this feeling. And I'm so fucking lucky to have had it so many tines.
So fycking hipster.
-"so... What're we listening to?"
You- frightened rabbit
-... awesome
You- What? Whaaaat? WAAAAaaaaAaaHHHHTTT!?
-what?
I'm drunk. I spilled my guts, so much, it stained your car mat. Figuratively, speaking. (You said "go for it." Still not certain I agree.)
You're a fucking a princess?
Jesse Eisenberg. What was I thinking?
No. She was like a goddess or dutchess?
Queen.
Queen Furrycunt.
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