no function, no form but now is the hour it's how i get through to the next one
two packs of cigarettes a day it is getting expensive
old heartaches aren't forgotten when nothing takes there place and cigarettes don't pay the rent freeform makes people stop listening agoraphobics don't have much to write about but need to say something to someone
i wish i'de never met you. all you did was hurt me in a way that keeps on coming back, no matter how much times go by. it was the way you looked at me, like i was the ugliest thing that you had ever ****** and it made you feel good to let me know. and it got worse from there, because you threw me away and then would sporadically write to let me know you were gone for good. you were a total ramsay bolton type. some days i have a memory and can't breathe or function. i still have nightmares of you
trying to beat me to death, calling me to list off all the things that are wrong with me.
if i can't forget you, it would be great if someone would cut off your ****. sometimes i fantasize about hiring someone to do that to you in your sleep. you could wake up dickless and i could be free of you. but back to the poem:
10 and a half years haven't gotten me anywhere i've been too old for too long
Bob Dylan Neil Young Rolling Stones Leonard Cohen Paul Westerberg
everyone is too good for them now, especially you, i read that in vice
they made a list of the worst musicians of all time and all those names were on it.