im writing about you because you told me to, while doing it i'm listening to biggie. the B.I.G he reminds me of you in the same way bananas do. i feel close to these things, but even so your face. i don't know how i feel about your tumblr. reading the twenty five things you've written about yourself not in particular order makes me feel uneasy. i keep internally screaming thats not you thats not you. still, however, i feel connected, even with out wrapped leather around my wrists.
missing you tremendously
carl cox
1 comment:
when will you write one for me you slacker. london calling
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