I’ve literally thought about you all day. Like I woke up and thought of you and now it’s late and I’m in bed and I’m thinking of you except also every moment of the entire day where I wasn’t thinking of anything I also thought of you.
“Slam poetry. Yelling. Angry. Waving my hands a lot. Specific point of view on things. Cynthia. Cyn-thi-a. Jesus died for our Cynthia’s. Jesus cried. Runaway bride. Julia Roberts. Julia rob-hurts. Cynthia. Mmmmm Cynthia, you’re dead. You are dead. Be boop beep you’re dead.”—