Blissdoubt

These people were 4 years old in 1994. They were named Ashley Oney, Gregory Wredberg, and Kimberly Boike. They were also given middle names. They had dirty blond and brown-dirt, dry clean hairs. They had many skin colors each, different from each other, from the light Crayolas, beige and brown, like northern summer tree bark.

Now this must be shared: They went to at least 3 of Montreal concerts, I don't remember exactly.
I don't exactly remember if Greg imagined fucking Kim or Ashley, or kissing them... but now I am almost certain He did, eventually, the Porn of his childhood.

Kevin Barns were Very Sexy. I got little boners. I got Italian Red Wine. Greg and Kim went on a few romantic dates, but Kim moved on, but they were still friends, and Greg hung out with Ashley more than any other non-family member, and he thinks he may have loved her, however inactively.
They were Many Movies and Music. They were Schools and Jobs at Businesses. Trees and Concrete were everywhere, Goddamn blue skies, Big Biutiful Grey Clouds.
Whatever, Suck your balls.
We played a game, and we dreamed.
I hate every thought that I thought about.
I drank 8 Liters of Water,
Holy Austin, Blissful Bastrop,
doin' sex with 16 year-old white trash girls. Too-expensive suburban homes,
WOW, Two parents, Goddamn Brothers,
EWW, Desktops and Laptops,
The Fucking Internet Especially Youtube

Then they all left, there they were.
An asphalt road 300 miles long, 300 turns and veers and exits, 3,000 days. 3 little poor dumb people, I said to them. How about Hallelujah at the high school's littlest gymnasium;
A foolish regurgitation of fallow memories, doin' drugs alone, havin' sex with primitive electronic technology.
Ashley, Greg, and Kim met again at their 10 year high school reunion. Only one chunky clunky kid committed himself to suicide in the dark recess at middle school, bloody brick trails to your Generation Eroding Plastic. Growth on the Air of Abiding Cooks and Faithful Gardeners.