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Everything you think you know and everything you'd like to know will never be I your grasp. The sad truth you like being upset You like not knowing what's next Drinking beer by yourself listening to depressing music makes your night. The girl that loves you will never know you, but the girl who shuns you will hear every drunken word you have to offer. It's a sad truth Sadboy
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Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 10:31 PM UTC
Sadboy part1
I want to be a crab cake because I like tall buildings perpendicular to highways, penthouse balconies thirty meter diving platforms. whenever in San Fran, i pancake my hands together so i don't do impromptu Physics eyeballing skyscrapers. I want to be a crab cake because I like tornado sirens at two in the morning, someone fetal position mouthwash drunk in the bed next to me. whenever in Birmingham, i listen to my headphones; tinnitus a siren wail long after the flight home. I want to be a crab cake because I like bridge collapses; infrastructure devastation west of Florida, killing all granola exports. whenever in Portland, i waitlist college signs and estimate the weight limit of a commuter bridge. I want to be a crab cake because the sunsets here give me panic attacks. it used to not, but enough honey has built up so bees swarm the bonnet whenever there's a blood orange tint. I want to be a crab cake because I don't like the seafood here or Sushi Pier discussions of future trajectories while rain pours on our trout marinated in Tahoe Tessie **** water. I want to be a crab cake because the mountains bug me out. i want flat land where there are blood prints on highways, broken families in Tornado Valley, and remains of promising bridges. i want to be a crab cake because i want the world to eat me up.
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May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 10:06 PM UTC
Crab Cakes