walter drowning in his girlfriends bullshit

WALTER DROWNING

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building your castle

BUILDING YOUR CASTLE

I used to always fantasise about meeting a classy woman in a bar, overseas, while drinking a cocktail as some pianist played Fly Me To The Moon in the background. I pictured it being just like the movies: she’d be sitting across from me, and I’d glance up at her and say something witty, and she’d say something witty back, …

little sammy just lost his foreskin

SORRY ABOUT THAT LITTLE SAMMY

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rich people are happier than you

RICH PEOPLE ARE HAPPIER THAN YOU

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this cute little sperm is gonna grow up

THIS CUTE LITTLE FELLA…

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wiping that smug look off your face

GETTING READY TO WIPE THAT SMUG LOOK OFF YOUR FACE

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looking out the window

THE ARTIST

I met the artist a few years ago. I didn’t know how serious of an artist she was then—I thought what she drew was merely a hobby: she showed me sketches of a couple in a park, a guy with a scarf, a cloud wondering if it had done the right thing over the summer. She never dressed or looked …

this happened a long time ago

THIS HAPPENED A LONG TIME AGO, BUT…

This happened a long time ago, maybe ten years ago, back when I was studying. I didn’t know that many women but there was one I met in class one day. She wrote this on my notepad: What’s your name? Dean. Want to have lunch? Okay. And we had lunch and I instantly fell in love. I was so desperate …

timmy ruined your swimming pool

TIMMY RUINED YOUR SWIMMING POOL

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looking outside a square window into the city

LOVE LETTER 500

Can there ever be drama without someone dying, or someone leaving, or someone lying, or someone cheating? Can there ever be a love story when there’s no one there to love? You used to ask me these things things all the time as you sat with your blank notepad on your lap, looking out over the balcony for answers. At …