twelve august
two : fifty-five p.m.

maybe you'd change your mind if you knew me. maybe you wouldn't approve as much, wouldn't think so highly.

i don't know. i don't know what you would think.

i wish i had more time. i wanted to go here and there and do this and that, but now its pouring and i can't do anything but lay in the streets and soak it all up.

i'm getting very dizzy.