The worst thought, you know, is the thought of killing yourself. It's annoying, as hell, that's what it is. It's like you're reading a good novel, say ''The Catcher in the Rye,'' and you think you're having a good time. Then, you see this beautiful black lady and think, what if I have *** with her? But then she approaches you, and hugs you, and you feel her full, firm ******* pressing against your chest. And you think, What the **** am I doing here? What is this life anyway? And you think, I should end my life, yeah, that's what I should do. And all other thoughts, even ***, disappear, and all you can think of is how to end your life. ******* annoying, man.
This is not a poem, not a short story either, I am not sure what to call it, lol
Sunday, October 13, 2013