she got in the car and there was an instant connection.
sometimes its like that.
sometimes theyre just ready for you and you’ve been waiting for them.
sometimes they call you by your first name right away and thats ok.
music is so important but only if no ones talking.
sometimes you can go a whole ride and never notice whats on because of the good talk
she smelled good, sounded good, looked good.
theres only one size of dress on the weekends: short as hell.
one size of shoe: tall
my car is clean, it smells good, theres a faint mood lighting tone in the interior
usually purple, but it can be changed to any color
she said im going to silver lake.
i said who isnt
and after a while, we were there.
Chomsky: We Are All – Fill in the Blank.
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