Thursday

22

I find myself eating cold pizza again for breakfast. But what am I supposed to do I’m still 22. My vacuum broke today and my dog ran away. I guess I could make signs and post them, But that fucker has always hated me. So fuck em. If he’s hungry he knows where I live.  I will see a strange man at sea tonight for he has the key to every boys heart. He promised to give it to me. So we will meet at half past midnight. I’ll be wearing a yellow suit, him in black. I will pay him 1000 mushrooms for this key. We will exchange and now I am in power. My guitar needs some strings. My hair needs some love. You can find me drunk at 5 pm today. Don’t forget to donate money to all the turtles of the sea when I die. Science can have my human body. My soul will dance with flies on this day. I will eat dinner in heaven forever. Sorry gram , for hitting your car. I will pay you when I sell this weed. I promise, but for now how does an ice cream cone sound?


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