Too stupid to be aware of the beauty that you give this place.
Nothings like being held sometimes.
I haven't been in days.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I thought I didn't care about my future or getting caught or...
I'm babbling but it would be a damned stupid way to find myself incarcerated.
'Oh yeah, hear about Benny? He was boinking some dead guy and the cops arrested him with his cock out.'
Riiight.
Not me, Ace.
At least none of my clothes smell like gravedirt anymore.
The big break is kind of frustrating me. I lay in bed and just sort of stare at the ceiling, knowing that I could be in the cemetery, smoking, laying across someones grave or conversing with my good friend Alice whose tombstone says she died in '01.
It's boring to sit around here and watch novelas on television all day. They're so sleazy.
My mother threatened to make me do chores yesterday and so for a good portion of my afternoon I found myself out in daylight, practically melting from the spring heat and feeling entirely out of place watching little kids swing on the swings in the public parks.
Their madres looked at me funny when they saw me leaning against the fence and staring.
Damn broads.
Bet they thought I was going to rape their children or something.
Sorry, ladies, but I only go for males over the age of fourteen who may or may not be dead.
People piss me off with their assumptions but whatever, guess I have to deal.
After I left the park I just kind of wandered around town with nothing to do. I bought two tacos from this little mexican place in the neighborhood and sat down on a bench to eat them.
Good times I guess.
Just wish I had had someone to talk to, you know?
My mother said she's proud of me.
I don't know where the fuck it came from but I got back and went to the kitchen for a glass of soda and she was like, "I'm proud of you."
I stared at her and then shrugged, feeling all creeped out.
She told me that I hadn't been acting strange for the past few days and that she was glad I hadn't set out for revenge on Edan.
She has no idea. I'm planning on personally gutting that bastard with a spoon when I get my hands on him, and then fucking his mouth until he gags.
Fuck, I'm entirely too horny.
Anyhow, I guess I'll go and have a smoke outside, maybe scribble some obscenities in the form of poetry in my notebook afterward.
Benito.
I haven't been in days.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I thought I didn't care about my future or getting caught or...
I'm babbling but it would be a damned stupid way to find myself incarcerated.
'Oh yeah, hear about Benny? He was boinking some dead guy and the cops arrested him with his cock out.'
Riiight.
Not me, Ace.
At least none of my clothes smell like gravedirt anymore.
The big break is kind of frustrating me. I lay in bed and just sort of stare at the ceiling, knowing that I could be in the cemetery, smoking, laying across someones grave or conversing with my good friend Alice whose tombstone says she died in '01.
It's boring to sit around here and watch novelas on television all day. They're so sleazy.
My mother threatened to make me do chores yesterday and so for a good portion of my afternoon I found myself out in daylight, practically melting from the spring heat and feeling entirely out of place watching little kids swing on the swings in the public parks.
Their madres looked at me funny when they saw me leaning against the fence and staring.
Damn broads.
Bet they thought I was going to rape their children or something.
Sorry, ladies, but I only go for males over the age of fourteen who may or may not be dead.
People piss me off with their assumptions but whatever, guess I have to deal.
After I left the park I just kind of wandered around town with nothing to do. I bought two tacos from this little mexican place in the neighborhood and sat down on a bench to eat them.
Good times I guess.
Just wish I had had someone to talk to, you know?
My mother said she's proud of me.
I don't know where the fuck it came from but I got back and went to the kitchen for a glass of soda and she was like, "I'm proud of you."
I stared at her and then shrugged, feeling all creeped out.
She told me that I hadn't been acting strange for the past few days and that she was glad I hadn't set out for revenge on Edan.
She has no idea. I'm planning on personally gutting that bastard with a spoon when I get my hands on him, and then fucking his mouth until he gags.
Fuck, I'm entirely too horny.
Anyhow, I guess I'll go and have a smoke outside, maybe scribble some obscenities in the form of poetry in my notebook afterward.
Benito.