the last of the summertime sun

Sans toi, je ne suis rien. Oh, but it weighs me down. Sometimes when you want to be something, and can’t, the only viable alternative is to just despise it. If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em, and if you can’t join ‘em better to just take a swing. I guess, who knows?

One Response to “the last of the summertime sun”

  1. cordelia Says:

    as kari’s turkey beanie baby from 3rd grade would say “hardy har har.” but really, i dont know what you’re talking about.

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