giovedì 11 ottobre 2012

Smells like teen slut

Sono gli amici che puoi chiamate alle 4 di notte che importano. I walked along the streets I didn’t know the name of. didn’t know which way to walk. the sadness was that something was wrong. and I could not formulate it. it hung in my head like a bible. what shit nonsense. what a way to be strung out. no map. no people. no sound, just wasps. stones. 
walls. wind. my pecker and balls dangling without feeling. I could scream out anything in the street and nobody would hear, nobody would care a tit. not that they should. I wasn’t asking for love. but something was very odd. the books never spoke about it. the parents never spoke about it. but the spiders knew. fuck off. I miss the feeling of your arms tightly wrapped around me. Loneliness leads you to insanity. I woke up wanting to break every dish in my house again. Somewhere along the way I'll end up calling you.

I do not feel good
I've got the sad sads
all I want to do is
fuck you.

Vive le vers libre, vive la France!