It was the birthday calender.
It was the mean text.
But it was the birthday calender first,
tacked to the wall and dense with
the names of people I didn't recognize.
Larry something or other, Jessica (scribble), Monte the alien. So real and
so grandstand -
the year is congested with people.
Existence is chock-full of experience,
all scrambled eggs.
And then it was the mean text.
I know my relationship is falling apart,
I read futures
in overturned bowls of breakfast.
At twenty three all I want is to be
self sufficient and loved. So
I let the buried dragon coin me trinket.
So I
payed for his auto insurance. So I
almost bought him a house. So I
dealt with veiled abuse -
veiled, the phony ****** bride.
I want to cook breakfast for nice people
on planet tried and failed.
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 9:26 PM UTC
It was the birthday calender.
It was the mean text.
But it was the birthday calender first,
tacked to the wall and dense with
the names of people I didn't recognize.
Larry something or other, Jessica (scribble), Monte the alien. So real and
so grandstand -
the year is congested with people.
Existence is chock-full of experience,
all scrambled eggs.
And then it was the mean text.
I know my relationship is falling apart,
I read futures
in overturned bowls of breakfast.
At twenty three all I want is to be
self sufficient and loved. So
I let the buried dragon coin me trinket.
So I
payed for his auto insurance. So I
almost bought him a house. So I
dealt with veiled abuse -
veiled, the phony ****** bride.
I want to cook breakfast for nice people
on planet tried and failed.
