that was a weird wedding. no, it was actually normal, just weird to be at.
i dont really wanna talk about weddings, but just imagining the feelings of my cousinbride at that moment. can you imagine, was all i could ask myself. what her parents were feeling, what everyone else of that importance might’ve felt, etc etc. im just a reporter. yea, shes my cousin, but she’s just my cousin.
its easy to get my body. its easy to have my body. it’s easy to enter. ya, its easy. it use to mean something, but its doesnt mean anything more anymore. ya, you can have my body i can have yours, what does that even mean? i can share it w you, you can share it w me but anything else? shit gets fucked up. i dont even know what im talking about. alls im sayin’ you can have my body or you can have my mind. can you have both? which one do you even want first?
i need solitude.
