coming down off last night's high, i got off right before work (thanks) then took some spaz pills and all was well for as long as i needed to be. apres le travail, we hung inside because otherwise we'd've been chilly on the out, then figured i might as well go over: tea/homegrown/ kamut bread/whisky/vomitting emotionally/the doors/insence/looking thu duds and giving me some/you not being the swiss/you telling me to chill out and stop burning your bed and stumbling (i'm lost without you) all over the place and that i'm fading and you're shocked and that i need to buy new clothes and that i was so so so whatev for getting that price tag off--that and listening to fashion talk for hours and oh my gawd i can't believe you do that it's something that yeah i do it but i hope my friends don't oh wait it's not that bad oh oh oh he needs a raise and a blowjob and a shave and biore strips-- we could drag him into a bathtub and i'd even rub honey on his feet and i must pass out and also steam a turnip and onions (not necessarily in that order).
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