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Fuck, man.
Do you have any idea how stupid you sound right now?! You want to turn over grave stones that are left to be left. I MEAN left, sir. Some things are better untouched. Just let your insides D-I-E.
Think of it....She loved you for how many years? NONE! FUCKING NONE! OH! But good ol' loyal jackass decides to keep his bloody beasts rotating for her. For her, of all people. I remember the first time you saw her. She had hair that fell down like drapes in our high school gym. Eyes like chalk scratchings, lips like the library lounge, and hands that reminded me of every decent moment in my life. So really, she is my past, present, and future.
S-H-U-T
T-H-E
F-U-C-K
U-P!
Is it just me or are these bathroom walls spelling something out to me?
High school wasn't much my thing anyways.
She though, oh my god. She blew me past the ozone, shit, I was truly global warming. (I do tend to fuck up the atmosphere.) It's hard to save anything these days though, especially the atmosphere. Everything feels like it is perpetually dying. A mass murder of sorts, and we happen to be the conductors of this cataclysmic carnival. Oh man, oh man, speaking of cataclysmic....... Her chalk scratch eyes are totally writing me off. I feel like a kindergarten drawing right now. Jagged, simple, awkward, stupid, and just pure naive (well obviously). I start to feel my fingernails slowly slide off of my fingers. They crawl under the door and hide. My skin feels like a rubbery cocoon. What if she can see inside of me?!?! My skin is serving no point right now. Ah, fuck it. I might as well have plastic bags for skin. Then suddenly, I feel a hushed voice whisper into my ear, "Is this all? Is this what you want?".
I wake to find my-fucking-self at a register in CVS. The cashier is asking if that's all I want or need. I have at least 5 packs of condoms.....
This is my life. In it's pathetic retrospect.
Do you have any idea how stupid you sound right now?! You want to turn over grave stones that are left to be left. I MEAN left, sir. Some things are better untouched. Just let your insides D-I-E.
Think of it....She loved you for how many years? NONE! FUCKING NONE! OH! But good ol' loyal jackass decides to keep his bloody beasts rotating for her. For her, of all people. I remember the first time you saw her. She had hair that fell down like drapes in our high school gym. Eyes like chalk scratchings, lips like the library lounge, and hands that reminded me of every decent moment in my life. So really, she is my past, present, and future.
S-H-U-T
T-H-E
F-U-C-K
U-P!
Is it just me or are these bathroom walls spelling something out to me?
High school wasn't much my thing anyways.
She though, oh my god. She blew me past the ozone, shit, I was truly global warming. (I do tend to fuck up the atmosphere.) It's hard to save anything these days though, especially the atmosphere. Everything feels like it is perpetually dying. A mass murder of sorts, and we happen to be the conductors of this cataclysmic carnival. Oh man, oh man, speaking of cataclysmic....... Her chalk scratch eyes are totally writing me off. I feel like a kindergarten drawing right now. Jagged, simple, awkward, stupid, and just pure naive (well obviously). I start to feel my fingernails slowly slide off of my fingers. They crawl under the door and hide. My skin feels like a rubbery cocoon. What if she can see inside of me?!?! My skin is serving no point right now. Ah, fuck it. I might as well have plastic bags for skin. Then suddenly, I feel a hushed voice whisper into my ear, "Is this all? Is this what you want?".
I wake to find my-fucking-self at a register in CVS. The cashier is asking if that's all I want or need. I have at least 5 packs of condoms.....
This is my life. In it's pathetic retrospect.