Sunday, December 13, 2009
you should come with severance pay
i am loud and complicated.
bad at listening, good at floors.
help the hopeless, home the homeless.
i texted hundreds of people on the unicorn ride home.
random thoughts and busted trannys.
texty text mctexterson.
lets write a song about punk rock normalities!
"fuck technology!"
"the social credit union should make a comeback!"
"gifting meat is bad because you died it!"
or a way way better name.
i just dumped coffee in my lap on this cold december morn.
damn replies from hundreds of ambulance related texters.
this season, give the gift of familiar ceiling sleeping goggles.
or a seasons pass to fuckoffittyville.
blow the bomb in breaking dawn.mow until the grass is gone.
no one likes a healthy lawn.
kissed a cute girl last night, then she puked for hours.
the coffee not in my lap drives me to take showers.
and show up on time for things.
and not did all that stuff i did.
life is a skytrain, with many stops.
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