Did someone poor ice all over the atmosphere? it's bitter cold and no one knows why that may be and this is ******* California, might I get some tea please? I'm supposed to be basking in that overpowering, kissing your skin with cancer kind of sun, not in this Ice box. There's no more ice left, but poppy I need it for some soda and the ***** that will follow but what if this time I do not ***** from those bubbles, maybe I am an ocean now because the deepest parts will bubble from those clams that open wide but what is this? there is no pearl inside oh wait I am mistake I am thinking of oysters for crying out loud kinda maybe like a wolf so lonesome his mother dies every morning and rises in the evening. but this is mother moon and what happens under the moon resolves in an abortion because your repetitive mistakes were too much to handle. this is the sixth time this month darling we should give you one for free once you hit eight. and my words are babbling over the page and you tell me I'm not good enough and those words are all I have but maybe I'll let you keep them only if I can keep my name because that is my name and my name is the only thing I'll die with other than my bare body tossed into the cold ground, forget about a casket, I want to ******* rot. and next time, I swear, next time you see me I'll be in the hard winter ground with bugs sleeping in my eyes but that won't you be resting there because you couldn't keep it in your pants or maybe I was too much so that's why you ignored me for so long but it's all over now. I'm setting with the sun and rising with the moon waiting for those wolves to dig me up and drag me to the Tigers at the zoo.
this is terrible.