floor boards for quakers and a broken leg to share them with.
my green walls are as hollow as the fall.
luckily the back walls of erics bedroom keep everything of mine from falling out and over the side of osborne, spilling into the street, to be picked up and collected by the kleptomaniac who drags her heels.
is it possible to pick up defunct brain frequencies from all of the weirdos that spend their lives around you?
four houses down the kindest zombie ive ever known is probably sitting down to a dinner of brains with his perpetually broken roomate.
i had to break into their house once for her.
across the street and over, above mentioned kleptomaniac, is sitting down to a dinner of four hungry howies pizzas and a two liter of mountain dew.
she is probably so exhausted from walking to and from everywhere in town, collecting more and more fuel for her misfortune.
i wonder what the man-with-100-children-who-im-not-sure-is-blind-but-could-be-becuase-he-is-always carrying-a-walking-pole-and-squinting-hard is having for dinner.
probably a hard dose of dirty hip hop to share lovingly with these 100 children.
and the boys on the corner, always sitting on the bottom step of their porch waiting to see up girls skirts, what are they eating? flamin hot cheetos and dreams of hot fresh cunt.
its a good thing ive got these walls all around me, shutting out the cold and crazy and keeping in the dull and lifeless mush that ive become.
what will i have for dinner? probably nothing.
HOORAY FOR NEW SEASONS.
luckily the back walls of erics bedroom keep everything of mine from falling out and over the side of osborne, spilling into the street, to be picked up and collected by the kleptomaniac who drags her heels.
is it possible to pick up defunct brain frequencies from all of the weirdos that spend their lives around you?
four houses down the kindest zombie ive ever known is probably sitting down to a dinner of brains with his perpetually broken roomate.
i had to break into their house once for her.
across the street and over, above mentioned kleptomaniac, is sitting down to a dinner of four hungry howies pizzas and a two liter of mountain dew.
she is probably so exhausted from walking to and from everywhere in town, collecting more and more fuel for her misfortune.
i wonder what the man-with-100-children-who-im-not-sure-is-blind-but-could-be-becuase-he-is-always carrying-a-walking-pole-and-squinting-hard is having for dinner.
probably a hard dose of dirty hip hop to share lovingly with these 100 children.
and the boys on the corner, always sitting on the bottom step of their porch waiting to see up girls skirts, what are they eating? flamin hot cheetos and dreams of hot fresh cunt.
its a good thing ive got these walls all around me, shutting out the cold and crazy and keeping in the dull and lifeless mush that ive become.
what will i have for dinner? probably nothing.
HOORAY FOR NEW SEASONS.