tention tention tention

it's the clever jokes filled with meaning that fucking kill me. i wish we would talk like we so boastfully say we do. i believe this tension could dissipate with words that lead to an understanding or a change.

mmm so nice

i'm in so so much trouble. so so so worth it. i am 15 at 2965. summer is coming winter is on my heals. i wish i could excuse or hide this smile for just a second but there's no hiding how good this feels. where did this come from? i am 15 at 2965; its a feeling i can't describe.

sleeping

beggining of susan

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right now i miss nothing more than finding my love of riding in spring on fifteenth street in denver. summer coming at me and winter on my heels is no better way to find my number one. the summer on the horizon was rough and the fall to follow worse but nothing mattered when i was on my raleigh. riding the speer trails all day and again at night then having to trek back to thirtieth avenue. i miss my streets. i miss finding traffic for the first time going down seventeenth and ridding down twentieth to go to common grounds. i miss the unforgiving busses and the light rail. the pace of spring downtown is unmatched by anything ive had followed closely by the frigid water of the platt river running around my feet. getting off work and riding down lincoln and was unmatched even when i would be hassled by the cops. the left turn through the light on colfax followed by the transition on to fifteenth with the sun setting is the best feeling ive ever had. i miss it. it was the best feeling i have had. i miss it. i miss it. i miss it.