Mar 20, 2008 19:53
I was watching the Simpsons and someone laughed maniacally - and I missed you on windy street corners in the blue grey twilight under the Lusty Lady sign, giggling and cringing when I threatened you. Fuck you...
...We don't talk, you do too much fucking coke to not propose marriage to me, you've got a serious long term girlfriend! FUCK.
It's not even about you. It's about my flashes of...missing my friend, my copilot, someone I liked, you know?
I want to show you my accomplishments, I want you to be nice to my mom, I...sort of want to forget you because it's a little overwhelming to miss you this much when I don't really want to see you under these conditions.
We've gone this long without talking.
Do you miss me?
Do you think about those Tuesday nights we spent in my living room when the front windows darkened to an inky black without us noticing?
Do you remember my fucking name?
Move to New Orleans with me, there'r ships for you and hardware stores and iron work for me...
Your eyes won't see this shit.
So what the fuck do I care?
(It's safer than if they did.)