it's because i'm fat.
I'll drink tequila instead of water cause I can't stand to be sober in this place.
If I could dunk like LeBron James... I could... impress a lot of people.
And by people I mean the four grade school kids and the three geriatrics that pass by my house in the late afternoon while I'm shooting hoops. Fuck it, I bet none of them would even care. Everyone's an asshole. I should be the King.
I missed the rummage sale for the first time in a long time.
I hope it was worth it.
Nope.
It's hard to type. God bless "Backspace."
Can't sleep. Won't eat. Can listen to music. Will pee every twenty minutes.
I won't spell check this because I'm a cocky son-of-a-bitch. You hear me?
I have to get out of Oglesby. I have to get the fuck out of my head. Go to a place where the trees don't grow. A place where bad thoughts can dissipate. I have to refill my glass. I have to replace this bottle. My throat is on fire and my head is in knots, but it's the burning in my eyes that I can't shake.
I hear what you say, but I won't be here for twenty five.
I say I hear what you say, but do you get my drift.
I won't be here for twenty five.
Curse me out in free verse/Wrap me up and reverse this/Patience is a virtue/Until it's silence burns you/And something slow/Has started in me as/Shameless as an ocean/Mirrored in devotion