can someone kill all the shit i dont like?
pretty please with a popped cherry bomb ontop?
cats and blankets are not giving me summer type thoughts.
buttfuck summer anyway.
its nearly my season.
where people bitch about being cold and what not and im on the train again picking up green medication that doesnt keep my penis eternally hard.
i probably ignored you in the process.
i wish it snowed. the whiteness in the morning is such a nice, uplifting change from the derogatory kitsch like life i lead on a second by second basis.
i live hand to mouth. you live ass to mouth.
in and out like dealers with a stash house.
shivers, goose bumps n spine tingles. sounds sexy.
winter is a sexy 3 months.
july is just an all round awesome month. most cancerians can concur.
i wish i could kill people more than i wish i could heal people.... does that make me evil?
i think it makes me experienced.
healing sounds so naive.
killing sounds so hardened.
i just know the score.... me - 0... world - 1.
time for an equaliser i think.
i will smile to your face. i will chuckle at your anecdotes. i will even grab you a drink from my fridge.
i will also dream about killing you later....very messy like.... but thats all in the details.
neuronic topic.... stop it!
iphone? i wonder if theres a factory in china making jphones... or perhaps lowercase lphones.
its a possibility....only if theyre lead painted.
i wonder if i will kill someone before i die. perhaps i will be that someone someday.