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there's this joy in creation, ma.
do i even believe in that?
life seems so dreadfully long sometimes.
conocerte? hablarte? amarte? que tontería, hombre.
well, friendship's off the bargaining table.
your flaccid arguments don't excite me.
you reside in my imagination now.
undercover american, amongst her own kind.
words i won't say, for embarrassment.
los angeles, what a strange reunion.
fucked. fucked up, over, and out.
a bad case of the maybes.
women want with every little bit.
what's this spanglish sort of lust?
somehow, it's not about the words.
silence swells, and my desire roars.
loss of innocence tastes pretty good.
"somehow, i'm still hopeful," she said.
your caresses sting with stillborn promises.
