• "I'm the boy with the poetry power I'm the boy, smells like flowers Every time I dick around I live my life like I wasn't invited" Today I get to blow things up. National Blow Shit Up day is upon us. Real, live Summer. Girly malt beverages and bottlerockets and sparklers and loud, loud music. The heat, for once, feels nice. The whole day is nice. Th whole week. Everything is good, good, good. I crave cigarettes, though, and I'm out. Later tonight, though, I'll have money for another pack and the day will be wonderful. I am going to get obliterated.

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