(Excerpted from a fictional piece)
I must have written a million notes in my head. Fucking loser that's me!!
In each of these notes I want to tell you, Tail, the next time you come down to meet me, please don't bring your friends. Friends?
Yes, leave your salty words at the entrance of the cafe. Flush your schizoid camera down the pot. No need to jump imaginary hoops, we dont need a hero. The baggage you carry is better off misplaced by your airline. See your "friends" now?
Come as you are. (Fucking never liked Cobain, never understood this grunge bullshit!!, and if it were not for you, I would not even know of them.). Bring yourself in. The real you, the poignant human. Allow me to wear my vulnerability. I don't want to be preen perfect. I just want to be myself - your Spin.
Come as you are. Bring your coffee, that's fine. That's one thing that makes you human.
Come as you are. Leave your trappings. Fucking, just come naked.
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