as civilizations collapse and--there's an uprising in Egypt!?! and Kayne West releases another album and I listen to it when I kiss a girl and all I can think of is man,
I would make a great celebrity
I don't want you to **** me, I didn't know that-that-that text meant you were announcing you wanted to bounce back to my ***** and I
don't think I would say yes at first, to spite you.
I'm a mess. I love it. Everything is going perfectly and I'm b u s y torturing artists and dancing with queer girls in Oakland because I like getting what I want
because when I was younger I wanted to be a femme fatale and here I am. Playing the villain has been far more interesting that anything that I can lie up and it's laughable that all my stories are true and that girls spread their legs and hold my hand after less than three hours of knowing me if I want to whisper in their ear.
I'm desensitized. I like liking, I like lust, I like love. I'm capable of human emotion, just let me wrap the world in a thunderous revenge for the piety I have shown thus far and I will show you a good time out in the Mission when you text
at 6 on a Friday night when I smell trouble, decay, *****, and light and ask me what I am doing right now
and I get nostalgic for the view of a smooth set of shoulders between my white sheets KVKVKVKVKVKVKVKVKVKVKVKVKVKVKVKVKVKVKVKVKVKVKVKVKVKVKVKVKVKV KVKVKVKVKVKVKVKVKVKVKVKVKVKVKVKVKVKVKVKVKVKVKVKVKVKVKVKVKVKV I am young, I am alive. I will take advantage of those two things.