Metropolitan Institution for the Artistically Insane
I realize that I don't write public entries a lot.
Here we go-I'll be coming to visit Metro after school
this Friday and maybe hang out with some people if they're
not all poops and shit. Which is likely to happen.
And if so, then I'll just I dunno, go piss myself
and eat with the parentals at Tarbells. But at least
I'll see some familiar faces, if I'm not already
possibly subjecting myself to burning their faces
into my subconscious mind second semester, all over again.
Tonight I hope to see my lovely wife,
in hopes that artificial happiness between
the two opposite sexes (being I'm a homo) will
prevail against the forces of nature, or un-nature.
Never mind.
Somebody make me some home made Maccoroni and cheese.
Here we go-I'll be coming to visit Metro after school
this Friday and maybe hang out with some people if they're
not all poops and shit. Which is likely to happen.
And if so, then I'll just I dunno, go piss myself
and eat with the parentals at Tarbells. But at least
I'll see some familiar faces, if I'm not already
possibly subjecting myself to burning their faces
into my subconscious mind second semester, all over again.
Tonight I hope to see my lovely wife,
in hopes that artificial happiness between
the two opposite sexes (being I'm a homo) will
prevail against the forces of nature, or un-nature.
Never mind.
Somebody make me some home made Maccoroni and cheese.