the class of....like, hi

Matriarchs.

Last Christmas I gave you my heart, and last Tuesday I attended a school reunion down in Scrota Lodge, CA, where a bunch of people I went to school with gathered to talk about it. I was so not going to go, cause why look back, the past will keep you in chains, and not the McQueen luggage tags we all went wild for in 04, I mean nasty, straight lacin armor. But my better half was like, look its kind of unfair if you don't show.

Ok, so my entrance. Nancy with the legs came leaping by and that hot bully who would always trip her over just smiled and let her past, like we were in another dimension, guys. Fashion. I've followed a path and the righteousness I bring with me to this kind of event helps others see me for what they are.

I'm going to weave in a college strand to the new line, like still trilbys and totally your own style, ripped stuff and buttons and just whatever makes you feel hot but also lacrosse sweaters and in the top pocket, pages folded up like you just read them.

School's Out, dreamers
Piece x