crud.
Neutralcrapcrapcrap
EpiphanyEpiphanyEpiphany
It hits you like a kick to the groin:
your wife's been on her period
for the past two years; she's been sleeping with a stranger who serenades her with ballads in the moonlight, who buys her Prada and long walks in the Bahamas with your mastercard.
By the way, you left the toilet seat up again.
suburban wastelandhell begins 8 AM. sharp. when the short yellow demon rolls around the curb to swallow me whole again.suburban wasteland
the leather interior smells like roadkill, the kids like tar. the bus wheels past smokestacks.
ImmortalTermites would tremble inside their chitin armour when we tip-toed across those moth- eaten floorboards.Immortal
The soles that trampled empires in their prime have long been gnawed away by some bow-back serf seeking sustenance, but skeletons strewn over the splintered ruins still chatter of giants from the days of yore.
Remember love, we were once gods among the bugs.
Polly wanna cracker?Commence the festivities with the pop and rattle of a champagne bottle:Polly wanna cracker?
flurries of firs crissed- crossed the Christmas puddles which smashed the floor with a
"SPLASH"
red-blooded benedictions sanctified the plaster with a splutter-splatter.
Jesus ruptured premature; a fetus lays fetid and festering upon the earth to mark new beginnings for worms and maggots.
Lobotomy for BeginnersIt wasn’t the windowless room, the edges of the walls mixing with harsh light while waiting for the doctor’s knock. Or the sweat-leather straps and buckles braided into her hair.Lobotomy for Beginners
It wasn’t the operating utensils on the steel tray, the scalpel that looked more like a butter knife and the drill plugged in, lying on the floor. Or even the way the doctor complimented her posture, as if a stiff chin was more valuable than a working brain.
And it wasn’t the taste of copper that filled her mouth before she closed her eyes, not wanting to see him squin
LOOK, FOOL--"LOOK, FOOL— I LOVE YOU." —the little girl screams (and shouts and sobs), but she's not a little girl anymore, if she's old enough to love you like this. Love you with her clear, fierce gaze and fists balled at her sides while you're backed against a wall six lonely feet away. Love you with angry tears rolling down her cheeks like molten everything she's ever wanted which is you, you, oh god, you. Pan to the sidelines, where her two friends watch and bicker and mock like, "this is love?"LOOK, FOOL--
If this is love, then (the two onlookers don't want to be in love, their h
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I just started to feel empty again...
I lost interest in everything...
I'm broken...
I'm down.
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"The problem is my cat is infested with cat hair." ~David Evans
"Well that was special... with a "K"..." ~Me
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"The problem is my cat is infested with cat hair." ~David Evans
"Well that was special... with a "K"..." ~Me
Remember? Grade 12? Ringin' any bells?
What about it?
Glad to hear that my humor has brightened someone else's day
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i write. this is what i want.
and sometimes i write lyrics for boy bands.
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