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Apr 27, 2009 07:05

i am high above the morning , high above the morning that i looked for last night, one of gratitude and deception, here, half drunk wondering where the fuck i've been the last three years. i miss your face, i miss everything about you, i miss the way you fall empty. i miss the way you fall empty, i miss the way you fall empty

the high school fills like a virus in a vein, the kids come in smelling like perfume and vomit, it was a "weekend" night last night, right? and i remember my Monday mornings, high as all hell. No I don't smoke cigarettes, i don't do drugs, no i did not just puke in the third story water fountain! My father is the all american dad. He goes to work to support to us! U DUB, WUSU, pita pit and everything else that matters. Every fucking thing we all fucking care about it. and every else that i hear talk about their dead beat fathers, i just nod and laugh to myself and then i brag and brag and brag and brag,

kjsdfhjkdhkjdsksfksjfdskjh and i brag, i brag about the times the you took the insides of my sister and put them on your fingers like bandages, showed them off at work. I GOT FIVE UNDER AGED WOMEN LAST NIGHT GUYS!!!

first period is a drag,

you sit there trying not to remember the drugs you did last night even though they are burning holes in your stomach, itching like little demons the teacher is yelling ONE PLUS ONE PLUS ONE PLUS ONE EQUALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLS

and then it comes
pouring and pounding
like a lonely solider through blood streams
slowly step by step

today i was told that my vocabulary was numbered.
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