/ d'est

I knew this guy named Willie who could have ANY GIRL HE WANTED, and even then, still he liked to do what us non-lays liked to do, like fishing and LSD. He took me under his wing and taught me EVERYTHING HE KNEW, and even then, still, he would sometimes show himself endearing, like the time he compared leaving the arms of his favorite girl with shaking the hand of your FAVORITE CELEBRITY CRUSH. 'AH will NEVER wash this hand again!' he'd say, 'Right?' I am hesitant to bathe in similar circumstances. Right away, anyhow. It's a matter of timing.

And so finally I understand the difference between my approach and his, it's a matter of timing, because at the time, nothing could be truer than what I am feeling now, though for her, what she was feeling then is beyond reproach, NOW. These simple differences in the continuum define our chasm. We're both being honest. We're simply operating in different dimensions. ME- I LOVE YOU NOW BACK THEN. YOU- YOU LOVED ME THEN AT THIS VERY MOMENT.

Quite simply, it's just complicated math, it's.

But Willie also told me, "Once my daddy told me that lightning was just God going bowling. And that rain was Him crying ‘cause of that time I rubbed my privates." He eventually realized this wasn't true when he took Earth Science in the 8th grade, got rubbed back the right way.