survival for the fist fuckers/news for the weary/separation of time and space
Hey stupid:
Don’t forget to fail
Don’t get home too early
Don’t take the keys out of the ignition
Don’t talk to that pretty girl with the prettier tattoos
Don’t listen to Armed Forces again
Don’t pack that bong again
Don’t quit that dead end job
Don’t pick up that trash you stumble over
Don’t stop the robbery you see across the street
Don’t make fun of that asshole wearing baggy jeans and cowboy boots
Don’t make new/any friends. You will both be disappointed
Don’t be relevant
Don’t lynch pastor Thomas Robb
Don’t risk it
Don’t worry about her…she’ll be fine
Don’t read that poem again
Don’t feed that miserable fuck you see on the steps of the Basilica
Don’t vote—Rock-a-billy chicks run the world
Don’t worry. Don’t worry. Don’t worry.
Don’t listen…just keep talking
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dropped off halfway from a house/less/home left
she asked where the shoes came from. said i couldnt remember. it was a long time ago. no, that has nothing to do with it. i just cant remember. thats all. no, they are not custom made, im just poor. we disagree. i cant always see the beauty. i lie. no, not to you. just to them. this feels one-sided, no my side. those girls in line are talking about pavement. no, i havent heard THE SUBURBS yet. is that out? really? is it as good as it sounds? oh, cool. yeah, those girls are too skinny. not unhealthy, just too skinny. i cant talk right now. no, just distracted. dont be like that. that was so long ago. i missed it. i missed it. this as all of value. no stupid, not this. THIS.
fresh breaths/fresh patterns/fresh flesh
1 comment:
this is my favorite thing in the world today. thank you. fuck downtown sadness and jerks and lack of empathy and shittiness'
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