how long has it been since you visited here? me--six months.
since then, what has happened to me?
went on a lovely bike ride with a boy in the rain. we kissed. lights from the heavens shone upon us until i was abducted by aliens. taken to the middle layers of the atmosphere, shot down by switzerland. landed in the netherlands. met lots of people and learned swedish. visited ikea there. hiked through snow, stayed at hostels, got my money stolen and hitchhiked to london. had a surly relationship with a sordid man. escaped from him and became part of the underground music scene (i am a famous lead for an underground band--so underground you can't even understand our name). became protected because i was mobbed by underground fans everytime i went out of my underground apartment. sneaked onto a boat, leaving black mud footprints behind me on the pier. close to america the boat was caught in a storm, capsized, and destroyed. caught a ride on the back of a whale named boris. albatross took me in his mouth and dropped me on a buoy near maine. i waited until the ocean water froze over and ice skated back to shore. i found myself returning to consciousness in a stranger's house, in a stranger's bed. warm home, warm food, warm people. but i need to get back to school, so i jumped a train to kansas, where turtles cross highways and never get hit, through the beautiful rocky mountains and past my home (as i slept), through salt flats of utah, and into grungy california. i found my room messy as i left it, and the nation empty as before.
i have gone out on a few dates with boys since and made myself a fool. i think i would prefer alien abduction.
i miss my friends i used to have here.
since then, what has happened to me?
went on a lovely bike ride with a boy in the rain. we kissed. lights from the heavens shone upon us until i was abducted by aliens. taken to the middle layers of the atmosphere, shot down by switzerland. landed in the netherlands. met lots of people and learned swedish. visited ikea there. hiked through snow, stayed at hostels, got my money stolen and hitchhiked to london. had a surly relationship with a sordid man. escaped from him and became part of the underground music scene (i am a famous lead for an underground band--so underground you can't even understand our name). became protected because i was mobbed by underground fans everytime i went out of my underground apartment. sneaked onto a boat, leaving black mud footprints behind me on the pier. close to america the boat was caught in a storm, capsized, and destroyed. caught a ride on the back of a whale named boris. albatross took me in his mouth and dropped me on a buoy near maine. i waited until the ocean water froze over and ice skated back to shore. i found myself returning to consciousness in a stranger's house, in a stranger's bed. warm home, warm food, warm people. but i need to get back to school, so i jumped a train to kansas, where turtles cross highways and never get hit, through the beautiful rocky mountains and past my home (as i slept), through salt flats of utah, and into grungy california. i found my room messy as i left it, and the nation empty as before.
i have gone out on a few dates with boys since and made myself a fool. i think i would prefer alien abduction.
i miss my friends i used to have here.

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