if you gave me a bottle and some of this music, i'd be content. beyond even. i told him to - no. i didn't. i don't remember. a remember and a memory. a memory is a flashback. like the flashback of the one time i remember praying to a god that i didn't believe in. a remember is absorbed. is that the right word? doesn't matter either way. it's something that starts as a memory or as something- and then we absorb it into our self. she thought it was easier to be a boi and looked at girls like a boi might without even realizing it. she was eight at the time. now she's all grown up- or trying to be and now she's aware of what she looks at.
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