Waiting for a hot pocket to cook we’d fuck and be satisfied, barefoot on new york city apartment linoleum. A satisfying hot pocket and a big ass smile and a tight ass grip and a wall beside a random pipe beside the stove where we left palm and dick prints. We fucked like this. Three condoms in an hour and a half and where are you now? Holding the hand of some local dude you wish was a little more international, wishing you had known I was enough and asked me to stay. You are standing in the kitchen waiting for popcorn to pop while he washes dishes, not knowing I’m wishing back for you.
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Falling in love with a writer is a dangerous thing, isn't it? The only thing you get out of it sometimes is immortality.
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come. when i finish writing, let's take a drive up the PCH with a bottle of cheap wine and talk about these lives we built
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You have to have a view of something,” she said. “Otherwise you’ll believe yourself to be a god, not knowing there are a million other things out there bigger than you.
Darnell Lamont WalkerOnce a year I need to hear you tell me how proud you are of me for growing a little more.
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if i'd die for you, i'm certainly living for you as i type this.
Darnell Lamont Walkerthere is only one real sin: being different. i'll be damned.
Darnell Lamont Walkeri wasn't born mediocre, i won't achieve mediocrity, and i will not let anyone put it on me. i will kill you.
Darnell Lamont Walkerthere are institutions filled with people who talk to god. we've labeled and drugged them.
Darnell Lamont Walkeri have friends who know everything there is to know about life except how to enjoy it
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