coffee... coffee....tea.... coffee... smoothie... coffee... Last night at the EX. My stomach hurts from laughing so hard. Man that's love. That's compassion. That's history. Stability. They love me more than anyone else and i feel it. They're my top 6. My unconditional lovers... and I feel it.
Karma found me alone on the dark streets of last nights straggle. Dancing with my true love - hand in hand - reminiscing, we stumbled upon Karma - she found me. Clothed, enclosed; a shy secret tossed to the curb. Rejected but not unwanted. I slowly unclothed her to reveal an abused and battered pear shaped body. Mangled and torn horse hair held her spine together. She came to me because, for once, karma needed some lovin.
Kill those nerves with a bazooka gun *POW* *POW*. It'll be great and you'll probably love it. If not - the worst case scenario... you hate it. And leave not the end of the world... right? Be proud of yourself darling, you have accomplished a lot and have a bright future ahead of you. Someone like you is destined for greatness. Fuck all the phonies. Fuck the school. You got this shit - my gangley green bean.
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