i read at open mic tonight, all sweaty us kids. packed into Mom's Cafe. pouring off couches, holding hands with samurai afro thunder and bubble boy. free eskimo kisses/ root-beer float/ volume up.
my roommate, jamora is a crazy poser-pants fool. i dedicate the swiss army romance to you.
You're dyin to look cute in your blue jeans /but your plastic just like everyone, just like everyone /and that face you paint is pressed, impressing/ most of us as permanent /and I'd like to see you undone
goodnight.
<3ah/lex
