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Last night I was with my new boyfriend. We were getting stoned & listening to Cat Stevens. Unreal man. Gassed. He was getting fresh. I did nothing but sometimes I can't stop laughing. I kissed him about 3 times but felt nothing. He was really mad & his eyes looked like jello. I told him I ought to stop seeing him coz I'm too fucked up. He sd but yr fuck ups are so cute. I was thinking to say it was all for his sake. But these guys don't love me. Don't go Ah-ah-ah, I'm too out of it get out of here, man, leave me alone. Or kiss me really new.

The tears dried on my face lying stoned ill in bed a collapse of soft sound a mild night. I listened to the cats outside all night, the motorcycles thru the walls.

I got up, my head hurt, I still had on my lashes. Sat on the toilet, blood on my pants. Oh bastard. So this is the magic carpet ride huh. Some boogie. I want real love.