Chloë Joan López
chlo'jo'lo'
Exurbia

Girl, I didn't mean.... Girl, this is the time. Girl, my friends all say.... Girl, it's all over. Girl, why doesn't the world stop? Girl, the undercurrents ebb. Girl, too much is never enough. Girl, the white hair and the lines. Girl, this exogenous wastrel calls a truce. Girl, the judgment of this court. Girl, they're jockeying for your attention, wooing, as it were. Girl, millennium approaches. Girl, you've got a little something, there--no, there--yeah, you got it. Girl, this is the time. Girl, why can't you just leave me alone? Girl, I think you owe me money. Girl, why do you have to leave? Girl, I'm laughing, I'm crying, I'm getting the check. Girl, you win. Girl, who ever said it would be easy? Girl, can you give me a ride? Girl, call me girl, hold my head in your hands, brush my hair. Girl, isn't that a little young for you? Girl, invalid extent. Girl, we have gathered here today. Girl, in order to form a more perfect union. Girl, quit dithering. Girl, this is the time. Girl, Romans, countrymen. Girl, I can't go on. Girl, I'll go on. Girl, stop.