Public #12 or some other number i don't give a fuck about.
Fuck everyone pretending to like their father. Fuck being blown off. Fuck even trying. Fuck caring. Fuck trying to be in a good mood. Fuck being poor. Fuck not having the money. Fuck rice without butter. Fuck off. Fuck fifteen dollars. Fuck turning in cans. Fuck dirty dishes. Fuck cup-o-noodles. Fuck planes. Fuck Bill Gates. Fuck computers. Fuck your books. Fuck off. Fuck grades. Fuck being sixteen. Fuck compromises. Fuck work. Fuck society. Fuck off. Fuck pens with no ink. Fuck tailgaters. Fuck parallel parking. Fuck expensive stores. Fuck wanting. Fuck dreaming. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck TEEN magazines and fuck hormones. Fuck safe sex, rock and roll, one night stands and meatloaf. Fuck! Fuck expensive CD's and kids who only burn and think they're cool. Fuck 80 dollar shoes and bling bling. Just seriously, fuck everything. I'm in the most negative mood possible and at this point in time I have absolutely no resolution to change it.
[Alicia Peaslee]
[Alicia Peaslee]