we’re sitting on the ground listening to a motown mix cassette i’m crying with my head on your shoulder you’re vigorously patting my shoulder “it’s okay son” over and over
you walk in on me in your room burning cigarettes over a candle i’m crying “i don’t want my room to smell like smoke” “i’m sorry can we go to the dollar store”
if you dont think isnt she lovely be stevie wonder is the most perfect song in the world then youre right i agree with you but youre still fat and ugly because im perfect
i could see paul mccartneys reflection in the window he was singing. i don’t think i like paul mccartney you can tell he has bad intentions.
maybe if you tried hard enough you could imagine he was singing the peanuts theme playing on the radio
they were talking about how soap in public restrooms used to be powdery and gritty so that night i went home and took a bath in epsom salts
i wish i were a person who had never broken a bone
this little girl had a balloon in her mouth maybe if you were a sick person you could imagine that she had a penis in her mouth doesn’t she realize thats like sooo indecent?
i politely excused myself and pushed in my chair
there was a sign depicting a police man funneling coffee directly into his mouth i pointed it out to my brother “scalding hot coffee that’s horrible” he said. i teared up because it was so beautiful.
i made her cry she choked to death on her own snot and tears i made her cry
if i ask for a pentagram necklace for christmas my mom will be suspicious. my christmas list is already all books on hallucinogens and ceremonial magic!
i don’t eat because i know i don’t have to. i am in a higher state of being, i am a higher being that does not need food to survive.
i used to be god. until the day that
“You can’t win against the devil in a game of sin.”
i guess it makes me feel sad that we sat there in the back seat under a blanket holding hands while she felt the
i don’t have the confidence to put my hands on my hips and i think it looks ugly.
think about studded belts
i used shaving cream and i felt like a man. i never had my bar mitzvah but i felt like a man. teenage girls walk on the sidewalk in front of my house every day and having a smooth face is supposed to make you feel like a man. “smooth as a baby’s bottom” smooth as a real man’s face. smooth as a man who really had his bar mitzvahs face.
“guys i just wanted to say i think spider webs are beautiful and i feel horrible when i walk into one”
i always felt this was something unspoken
like when you see all the bugs fly into the grate of your car
so i just spend my time trying to flash my eyes around as fast as possible
