i hate you + fuck me = i just want you to listen or at least just let me talk to you
One time, I was covered with silver glitter on a train (and I don't know where that glitter came from.) There were two winking sailors and we were all leaving the strange building with see-through walls and art. The bong store was just moments away from the secret entrance with bronze faces trying to get out of the wall. Yeah, now that I think about it... I missed someone then, like I do now.
Late, we were all late for a place that none of us called home. It was better than home. It was the whore you could leave whenever the time came, and it made you its bitch because you stayed out of need.
I want, no... need to go back. It was the place where you could walk on someone's livelihood and there be no consequences on either side. Hardly ever clenched my jaws till they hurt there. Oh yeah, and I smiled, often.
In other news:
porn ain't that bad, just aint that good either
the word "ain't" leaves me with mixed feelings
i still think fuck you seems pretty appropriate
maybe somebody else knows