(no subject)
I am sick of this world giving me excuses not to love or be happy. I am sick every time I think of milk, let alone drink it.
fuck thumbs up.
fuck glasses.
fuck poetry.
fuck artwork.
I have never known a real man to exist, or a woman for that matter. Maybe I haven't met them is what they keep telling me.
"Who are they? What does that mean?"
You know the ones. So hard up for a compliment, they fuck the air when they walk. Can't get enough affection to fill a syringe, so they make shit up. Daddy was he dirty or was he dying?
"In case you didn't know there are certain rules that we follow around here when dealing with other people and their feelings."
In case you didn't know I caught my mother fucking the postmaster when we ran out of stamps. I've been afraid of the color blue ever since then.
I can't lick envelopes.
I eat pussy though.
But I never run on time.
I hate the rain
and the sun
and the snow.
And I haven't been able to dance or sing since the accident.
fuck thumbs up.
fuck glasses.
fuck poetry.
fuck artwork.
I have never known a real man to exist, or a woman for that matter. Maybe I haven't met them is what they keep telling me.
"Who are they? What does that mean?"
You know the ones. So hard up for a compliment, they fuck the air when they walk. Can't get enough affection to fill a syringe, so they make shit up. Daddy was he dirty or was he dying?
"In case you didn't know there are certain rules that we follow around here when dealing with other people and their feelings."
In case you didn't know I caught my mother fucking the postmaster when we ran out of stamps. I've been afraid of the color blue ever since then.
I can't lick envelopes.
I eat pussy though.
But I never run on time.
I hate the rain
and the sun
and the snow.
And I haven't been able to dance or sing since the accident.