picking dave as your favourite kith

is so like picking paul as your favourite bee-attle


i am becoming such a drunk

which is all right

except for sitting with rich kids

on this beautiful lake

calm and reflecting all orange and blue

they talk about shit

and bullshit

and i'm hungry

and there's no food

fuck you

and your woodless firepit

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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