you know , there was a different tone in Mr.Lance …. he is the one who asked me if he could —keep my diary
there was this miserable trip in the eighth grade
and it was all abbreviated in meaning when
trampled by the class as of 8 A, 8B, and 8C at Heathrow Airport
so, it was that I got stuck with the boy’s bike because Chase refused to let me have the girl bike and I —got the boy one & fell on the bar—my crotch hit the metal and …. blood happened —thank you pussy boy, I just lost my maiden head on a bike in maidenhead England
so, thank god for Levi’s that hide red well, as I fell behind on the bike trip to the bone dinosaur park —Mr. Lance …. whom later kept my personal handwritten diary …. took such personal interest in how I fell down the hill at the fossil dig
really, so selfless of him
really
so
selfless
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