So here's my experiment in on the spot free form poetry... Cover your eyes... It's probably gonna suck.
Shooting out the streetlights is such fun.
There's a deep pleasure in making glass break.
A sublime satisfaction in the shattering of the smooth, pure crystaline structures.
Is it justice that almost all of us at one point will slice open our own skin with that very organized sand?
Shooting out the streetlights is such fun.
There's a deep pleasure in making glass break.
A sublime satisfaction in the shattering of the smooth, pure crystaline structures.
Is it justice that almost all of us at one point will slice open our own skin with that very organized sand?
I'm dying my hair purple, because the dye is permanent and won't run during all the Pittsburgh rain. The platinum will be temporary.
I have a broken glass cutting my feet phobia. I get dizzy just thinking about it.