Ooh, baby I love your way
Every day.
God, I’m just so hopeless. I spend my days stealing kisses from someone who isn’t really there. And pretend to watch him have sex with another man.
Maybe I need a therapist. I never meant for it to go this far. But he’s just so perfect.
My father fixed my bike today.
My Teroo. My Dark Auster. I love you.
So I rode it and then it started raining. The drops flew into my eyes. It was beautiful. Just like old times.
Renee is lame. A bus suits me way better. Damn those fucking scenies. I hate you.
I like whale noises.
“As we look around at the state of the world
With such disdain
As our cries of love and faith are suffocated
By childlike death surrounding
The women hold the lifeless bodies
Of their comfortable simplicity
The men cling to each other and weep
With unbridled sorrow
As we sit safely here and gaze upon the ruins
Of creation and hope
As we shout with pride that we do not contribute
But we do not help
The loom of our own demise is a household chore
That we neglect to recognize
The love and brotherhood once known
Is exchanged for worthless pleasures
As we point fingers and run in circles
Mother weeps and whithers”
