do you want ketchup on your half?


me thinks that eating french fries with your boyfriend is one of the cutest activities that two in love can engage in.

apart from maybe pushing each other on the swing set.

or carving your initials in a tree with a heart around it and an arrow through it and then you have a picnic underneath it on a red checkered cloth with your picnic basket from steph perkins.

we watched the doors this weekend the oliver stone one and i think i fell more in love with pamela coursons character than with jim morrisons character but that’s a tough call because the real jim morrison in the extra features is so attractive i had to shield my retinas. i said ‘woah’ and jeremy laughed. probably because he wanted to say woah and i beat him to it. or it was a nervous laugh like HAHAHAHA oh lord here we go again.

for me, poets are always somewhat unreachable in a ‘i’m not entirely sure what you’re saying’ kind of way but the words sound nice together and it’s neat to read different peoples interpretations of the words and especially when someone has written them and then died it’s odd to think you can no longer ask questions and have them answered by the poet so you can only speculate as to their meaning.

unless you do peyote in the dessert like jim did then all your questions will be answered! by naked rainbow men on horseback!

anywho-be-doodle, pamela courson is pretty. i like her freckles and her red hair. and how she nicely shares her french fries with jim morrison.

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