He looked off into a corner of his room and smiled at another thought of what could be but never would. then after recovering from vivid glimpses of the self induced trauma of car crashes, he remembered he scheduled to meet up with a tinder match at seven pm, at a place, i think it’s called melodees at the el cerrito plaza. yeah spelled w two es which interestingly is more effectively remembered. Anyway he was wondering what she’d look like. maybe a kind of scruffy look because I remember him reading that she’s devoted to plants. that reminded me of my old boss who i thought was nerdy, just under the threshold for uptight. and cute. definitely an outdoors, plants type woman. and to further digress, she didn’t have a distinct smell but the pleasant feelings kept me at that job. I swear. But for the sake of my argument it’s good to point out the pleasant experience despite any particular smell distinguished by any type of category. ANYWAY
IOWANNABEWITH YOU. NO MORE YOU BE BRINGING OUT THE WORST IN ME. IN ME
SOME WHERE DOWN THE LINE, I LOST WAYS, IT WAS FINE TO DISSUADE, EXPRESSION OF THOUGHT. OH I HTOUGHT YOUDA THOUGHT. THAT I WOULDA THOUGHT WHAT YOU WOULDA THOUGHT