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a. no money. b. no money. c. no love.
i have no love and no money2. when one adds and multiplies and sums and divides their brain for each worry, there comes this feeling, this indescribable feeling of anguish. the type you get drunk for. only i have nothing at all to soothe myself. not even cigarettes. bless me.
at this point, i want to surround myself with loud, obnoxious music, purchase a dildo, two bottles of the good shit, and a carton of malboro reds.
i'm kidding about the dildo. i don't have the money for that.
i have nothing right now to make me happy. soon they will come home and i will have to dry up the tears and make myself presentable. then i will go to my room and sleep. i now have a migraine. this is deliciously ironic. i think i will draw something, and study the thesaurus and dictionary so's i can write me a goddamn poh-em. i'm most creative when i'm in a seemingly impenetrable hell.
i need a gun, folks. a gun. and a lighter. and a blunt. ha.
i have no love and no money2. when one adds and multiplies and sums and divides their brain for each worry, there comes this feeling, this indescribable feeling of anguish. the type you get drunk for. only i have nothing at all to soothe myself. not even cigarettes. bless me.
at this point, i want to surround myself with loud, obnoxious music, purchase a dildo, two bottles of the good shit, and a carton of malboro reds.
i'm kidding about the dildo. i don't have the money for that.
i have nothing right now to make me happy. soon they will come home and i will have to dry up the tears and make myself presentable. then i will go to my room and sleep. i now have a migraine. this is deliciously ironic. i think i will draw something, and study the thesaurus and dictionary so's i can write me a goddamn poh-em. i'm most creative when i'm in a seemingly impenetrable hell.
i need a gun, folks. a gun. and a lighter. and a blunt. ha.