random words for that ass:
(don't go jumping to conclusions...i wrote this a long time ago.)
when he's around i feel dirty, like the hair around your ears and neck when you haven't showered, like sweaty thighs stuck to leather car interior on a toohot day. his presence makes me uncomfortable. subtley, like a sand encrusted, leather skinned on the way home from a long day at the beach discomfort. it's like just by looking at me he leaves me with my stockings torn and my lipstick smeared. his toungue tastes like gin and malicious intent....
the synergy of all the reasons i list for why i need to walk away...
underneath his clothes is the way a man should look. god is a woman, or at least a little bit gay.
other thoughts for the day:
smuffy rules in a major way.
the 105 is several different types of rad
i got presale tickets to see the pixies next month. & you didn't. ha-ha.
i want to gouge my eyeball out. i'm considering going for the peg leg and parrot companion while i'm at it.
fucking pink eye.
what i learned in calculus class today: hot girls in sundresses aren't impressed when dorky chicks with glasses and pompadours stare at them all through class. also, aforementioned hot girls will avoid dorky gaze by staring at your feet. this will remind you that you are wearing raggedy ass chucks and you forgot to put socks on. this will embarass you. damn, i'm really learning in this class.
the writers group is finally ruling like it should have been for awhile. there's some talented motherfuckers on this site. almost makes me want to change my most humbling moment.
nah....fuck that, i'm still a vain cunt.
mmm...conjunctivitis...hottness...
p.s. you wish you were me. & with good reason.
p.p.s i almost forgot....FUCK PUNCTILIO.
ya heard?
waking up here fucking rules.
he's gonna kick my ass when he wakes up & sees that.
i realized that i always make such a big fucking deal out of being a writer, or wanting to be at least. then, i'll start reading other's people's stuff and i realize that quietly, effortlessly, they are producing things many times better than mine. this is talent:
uncertainty guides from the ring around my neck
with shaking hands i carve myself from this block of wood.
a monument of doubt and i've cut to deep
and now this task i try to rush through.
If life were simple, would i still fear you?
- kiddizzy
(don't go jumping to conclusions...i wrote this a long time ago.)
when he's around i feel dirty, like the hair around your ears and neck when you haven't showered, like sweaty thighs stuck to leather car interior on a toohot day. his presence makes me uncomfortable. subtley, like a sand encrusted, leather skinned on the way home from a long day at the beach discomfort. it's like just by looking at me he leaves me with my stockings torn and my lipstick smeared. his toungue tastes like gin and malicious intent....
the synergy of all the reasons i list for why i need to walk away...
underneath his clothes is the way a man should look. god is a woman, or at least a little bit gay.
other thoughts for the day:
smuffy rules in a major way.
the 105 is several different types of rad
i got presale tickets to see the pixies next month. & you didn't. ha-ha.
i want to gouge my eyeball out. i'm considering going for the peg leg and parrot companion while i'm at it.
fucking pink eye.
what i learned in calculus class today: hot girls in sundresses aren't impressed when dorky chicks with glasses and pompadours stare at them all through class. also, aforementioned hot girls will avoid dorky gaze by staring at your feet. this will remind you that you are wearing raggedy ass chucks and you forgot to put socks on. this will embarass you. damn, i'm really learning in this class.
the writers group is finally ruling like it should have been for awhile. there's some talented motherfuckers on this site. almost makes me want to change my most humbling moment.
nah....fuck that, i'm still a vain cunt.
mmm...conjunctivitis...hottness...
p.s. you wish you were me. & with good reason.
p.p.s i almost forgot....FUCK PUNCTILIO.
ya heard?
waking up here fucking rules.
he's gonna kick my ass when he wakes up & sees that.
i realized that i always make such a big fucking deal out of being a writer, or wanting to be at least. then, i'll start reading other's people's stuff and i realize that quietly, effortlessly, they are producing things many times better than mine. this is talent:
uncertainty guides from the ring around my neck
with shaking hands i carve myself from this block of wood.
a monument of doubt and i've cut to deep
and now this task i try to rush through.
If life were simple, would i still fear you?
- kiddizzy
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i just got back so alas i have nothing cool
just