Sunday, March 8, 2009

*scoff*

Incase you didn't know I'm kind of a big deal. It's what gets me place.
Don't get drunk with your best friend. Don't make friends with guys who aren't gay. Reuse your towel. Take shorter showers.
I need to know if you're still alive.
People come and go. And it sucks. It gets pushed into the cabinet. It gets brought back out when it needs to. Shoe. Laugh. Alex. What? Cry.
Walking on air.
Close to you.
The pain. The aches. I miss them. They were my family. Then they just left. What kind of family does that? Who would have thought. I'd never see them again.
Why don't you say anything. Fuck you. At least you'll get over it. Shake it out. Shakes. Not really.
Everywhere I'd go people would smell good. I hated that.
Don't make yourself at home. Get out. I can't feel this. I need you to get out.
I might write a play. That could be interesting.
Overrated.
Creative expression isn't original. Get over yourself. No one will ever be Marilyn Maroe.
Tonight.
This is what it feels like.
You get used to it.
You can't mouthwash it out.
I can only relate to a world you knows me by my face.
Is anyone still breathing? She thinks I'm the one who makes it rain.
It's a screwed up world. Play the game. There's no one to blame. Now that Obama's in power. No more W.
Perez Hilton.
It's what it's about. Conformity. Just do it already. What are you waiting for?
No one is like you, except everyone else.
Interesting. Maybe I'll laugh. No. I'll just see that I'm right.
Boys want in your pants, but the rest of them want your pants.
Life.

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