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If you have an itch
Ill scratch it
I don't need anything
but like this cat that won't stop rubbing on me...walking back and forth begging to be given attention.
Thats what a text from an ex must feel like at 5am.
It has that scent to it.
As my anxiety dissolves on my tongue...
I can't help but think of the night
of all the drunks conversations and people talking over each others.
Fighting so hard for each others attention. Differents agendas all converging into a cacophonous symphony of blah.
God! Its difficult to type this on my phone with a wrist bracelet on.
(This taste so bitter...cotton mouth I need water)
Brb water
Enter backpocket
Type it, hit lock then drink water
Fuzzy is how I feel inside
Social Experiment album - son is ReMemory
Brb
As I fill my dab rig with water I can't help but think of the futility of it all.
Are we all really suicidal maniacs that love to reproduce? I mean really dude...in what fucking world would we live in...what world do we live in? Some muthafuckas have all the wealth while we toil to die and make just enough to get by...no matter what level of the pyramid you are on...its all just a babble-di-babble-lee. Its an outlet. Just waiting to fall asleep...gonna take a dab. I woke my roommate up. Eh. Sorry dude?
Fuck it...torch time. Fat dab brb with thoughts.
Fuck yeah!! Fat dabs.
Wish I could share my insanity with someone harmoniously. Lol
Aw man...I Love You...hurry up...I don't even know you and I miss you already.
Lets dismiss the issues...or do you have to find the one thats as fucked up as you...the perfect psychological chemical reaction.
I haven't met...there is just no way. I'm not that saying I'm waiting on bells and all shit...I just want someone to fight for me the way I would for them. Its impossible...I know that...but you can tell this brain all you want..."it don't compute boy!" Says the red neck in my head.
Muthafucking dude interrupted y'all. Check me out.
2 left feet
Fucking dab got me like "huh?"
Make em say ugh!
Ugh!
Ugh!!!
Feel Master P's pain y'all.
I miss ALL my "friends"
At least my Momma loves me right?
Who needs you sceevey bitches anyways.
Yo! You believe that Wylie fucked his girl in Ahmad's kitchen while we all drank and got high on the front porch.
We could hear everything!
Got awkward but we said fuck it.
That chick just needed dick. She kept giving me eyes and insisted on giving me a ride to the after party.
As we walked to her car she started to talk about Wylie and my boner totally went inside my stomach and I promptly turned around and walked back to the bar.
And there was Wylie alone in an almost empty parking lot...he looks like he could be my dad its so weird. He has totally has greyed out.
I could still hear yelling that she was sorry to annoying me and she was sorry.
She wanted attention.
She went the party. Wylie let with the guys and I rode my bike.
Fucking Nancy Botwin was there wanting my nuts again. I didn't give her much attention but goddamn did I have her back when she drunkly told everyone Hillary Clinton was going to be our new ruler. I about lost it.
So Wylie's chick is there and the moment I arrive we start arguing. I knew that no matter what I said I was just feeding into her game.
I lose. We argue more then she storms off. She comes back and sits down. A couple minutes pass. I walk to her and before I can apologize...she does. I give her a soft kiss on the cheek and told her "I'm being combative because I find you very attractive." This is Wylie's EX. I can't go there. Fuck goddamn was she an attention whore.
Then she starts doing yoga in the skimpiest of shorts and doing head stands n the middle of EVERYONE on the porch...even Nancy Botwin told her to chill on her body Language. She didn't...next thing we know Wylie is fucking her in the kitchen.
They come out...Im on the steps playing guitar with the host and I can smell her on him. It felt so animalistic. She then sits at my feet and while sits right next to me.
The night winds down and everyone is parting.
He then ask me if I would like to join them at her apt.
I lied and said I had work in the morning.
1. I don't want to see a naked old man.
2. Fuck three somes with 2 dudes.
3. Is this it?
I gotta piss and someone needs to wiggle the toilet handle dammit!
Ill scratch it
I don't need anything
but like this cat that won't stop rubbing on me...walking back and forth begging to be given attention.
Thats what a text from an ex must feel like at 5am.
It has that scent to it.
As my anxiety dissolves on my tongue...
I can't help but think of the night
of all the drunks conversations and people talking over each others.
Fighting so hard for each others attention. Differents agendas all converging into a cacophonous symphony of blah.
God! Its difficult to type this on my phone with a wrist bracelet on.
(This taste so bitter...cotton mouth I need water)
Brb water
Enter backpocket
Type it, hit lock then drink water
Fuzzy is how I feel inside
Social Experiment album - son is ReMemory
Brb
As I fill my dab rig with water I can't help but think of the futility of it all.
Are we all really suicidal maniacs that love to reproduce? I mean really dude...in what fucking world would we live in...what world do we live in? Some muthafuckas have all the wealth while we toil to die and make just enough to get by...no matter what level of the pyramid you are on...its all just a babble-di-babble-lee. Its an outlet. Just waiting to fall asleep...gonna take a dab. I woke my roommate up. Eh. Sorry dude?
Fuck it...torch time. Fat dab brb with thoughts.
Fuck yeah!! Fat dabs.
Wish I could share my insanity with someone harmoniously. Lol
Aw man...I Love You...hurry up...I don't even know you and I miss you already.
Lets dismiss the issues...or do you have to find the one thats as fucked up as you...the perfect psychological chemical reaction.
I haven't met...there is just no way. I'm not that saying I'm waiting on bells and all shit...I just want someone to fight for me the way I would for them. Its impossible...I know that...but you can tell this brain all you want..."it don't compute boy!" Says the red neck in my head.
Muthafucking dude interrupted y'all. Check me out.
2 left feet
Fucking dab got me like "huh?"
Make em say ugh!
Ugh!
Ugh!!!
Feel Master P's pain y'all.
I miss ALL my "friends"
At least my Momma loves me right?
Who needs you sceevey bitches anyways.
Yo! You believe that Wylie fucked his girl in Ahmad's kitchen while we all drank and got high on the front porch.
We could hear everything!
Got awkward but we said fuck it.
That chick just needed dick. She kept giving me eyes and insisted on giving me a ride to the after party.
As we walked to her car she started to talk about Wylie and my boner totally went inside my stomach and I promptly turned around and walked back to the bar.
And there was Wylie alone in an almost empty parking lot...he looks like he could be my dad its so weird. He has totally has greyed out.
I could still hear yelling that she was sorry to annoying me and she was sorry.
She wanted attention.
She went the party. Wylie let with the guys and I rode my bike.
Fucking Nancy Botwin was there wanting my nuts again. I didn't give her much attention but goddamn did I have her back when she drunkly told everyone Hillary Clinton was going to be our new ruler. I about lost it.
So Wylie's chick is there and the moment I arrive we start arguing. I knew that no matter what I said I was just feeding into her game.
I lose. We argue more then she storms off. She comes back and sits down. A couple minutes pass. I walk to her and before I can apologize...she does. I give her a soft kiss on the cheek and told her "I'm being combative because I find you very attractive." This is Wylie's EX. I can't go there. Fuck goddamn was she an attention whore.
Then she starts doing yoga in the skimpiest of shorts and doing head stands n the middle of EVERYONE on the porch...even Nancy Botwin told her to chill on her body Language. She didn't...next thing we know Wylie is fucking her in the kitchen.
They come out...Im on the steps playing guitar with the host and I can smell her on him. It felt so animalistic. She then sits at my feet and while sits right next to me.
The night winds down and everyone is parting.
He then ask me if I would like to join them at her apt.
I lied and said I had work in the morning.
1. I don't want to see a naked old man.
2. Fuck three somes with 2 dudes.
3. Is this it?
I gotta piss and someone needs to wiggle the toilet handle dammit!