everything and anything that makes its way into the little black notebooks alexander joseph kinsel is always carrying around in his left back pocket.less messy handwriting. less bent corners. but all that embarrassing good stuff.


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being a 21st century romantic

27th January 2010

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i’ll never meet a woman like this ever again. thank you agnus, for making all my winter semi-formal dreams come true. sweet princess, i’ll pine for you unconditionally until jesus christ flies back to earth on a heaven rocket and snatches you away. i’ve composed a short quantity of verse to mark this occasion. if it be your will, i’ll share it now. why do i pine for you? i pine for you because it feels good like a beaver with big teeth, gnawling on wood. i pine for you like a construction worker sees a pretty lady, whistles and wants to berserk her. i pine for you like a pine tree would if a tree of pine could pine. i pine for you like a rainbows end you are my pot of gold friend. so do not forsooth my crooked plea! my aching sweaty loins! forsooth your father’s wishes dear and let’s make some twins, conjoined! in summation, i think you are the shit. and if you ever unblock me from a.i.m i promise i will only message you important things because really a girl like you only comes around once in a blue moon.i want to water you like the gentle flower that you are. i want to tickle you like an elmo i’ve misplaced. i want to swaddle you like a child and parade you around the neighborhood in a over-sized stroller. basically. i want you. hard.

i’ll never meet a woman like this ever again. thank you agnus, for making all my winter semi-formal dreams come true. sweet princess, i’ll pine for you unconditionally until jesus christ flies back to earth on a heaven rocket and snatches you away. i’ve composed a short quantity of verse to mark this occasion. if it be your will, i’ll share it now.

why do i pine for you?

i pine for you because it feels good

like a beaver with big teeth, gnawling on wood.

i pine for you like a construction worker

sees a pretty lady, whistles and wants to berserk her.

i pine for you like a pine tree would

if a tree of pine could pine.

i pine for you like a rainbows end

you are my pot of gold friend.

so do not forsooth my crooked plea!

my aching sweaty loins!

forsooth your father’s wishes dear

and let’s make some twins, conjoined!

in summation, i think you are the shit. and if you ever unblock me from a.i.m i promise i will only message you important things because really a girl like you only comes around once in a blue moon.i want to water you like the gentle flower that you are. i want to tickle you like an elmo i’ve misplaced. i want to swaddle you like a child and parade you around the neighborhood in a over-sized stroller. basically. i want you. hard.