i'm thinking about cars in the 90's, they way i took them for granted. the way i take driving for granted, my ability to just keep driving, going past that point of normalacy, drive drive drive until i reach floria and turn around with a head full of highways and abandoned houses. shaking my arms around, listening to modest mouse and feeling nostalgic even though i dont have you now!

thinking about the way the nice girl tasted last year, like cold metal on my tongue but being soft and spongey. making distinctions. her back arched in surprise and getting electricy from her hand.