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every time i shift my weight, the list grows
and someone gets knocked way off of it.
i feel like a vending machine that people are standing in line for.
they think they're going to get this life changing drink
but as soon as i touch their lips they spew in disappointment and disgust.
i refuse to be consumed. i'm going to be that pickle jar that you can never get the lid off of.
no fuck that.
i'm going to be the shaken bottle of champagne that explodes in your face but you never get a taste of.
intentionally unintentional mental whore with morals. wait. i'm not sure about that. dont take it as a declaration, just a hypothesis.
and someone gets knocked way off of it.
i feel like a vending machine that people are standing in line for.
they think they're going to get this life changing drink
but as soon as i touch their lips they spew in disappointment and disgust.
i refuse to be consumed. i'm going to be that pickle jar that you can never get the lid off of.
no fuck that.
i'm going to be the shaken bottle of champagne that explodes in your face but you never get a taste of.
intentionally unintentional mental whore with morals. wait. i'm not sure about that. dont take it as a declaration, just a hypothesis.