i used to sip from a bottle with a plastic little nipple at the tip of it.
now, i sit and sip from cold bottles containing only bubbly, bilious, carbonated liquid within.
love was my gateway drug.
the ice-cubes pop and i don't want me and you to ever stop.
it drips and i drop.
it's all in the hips.
yet, i still cannot fathom how to fix it. hell is a nexus between fact and fiction. i think that i am going to throw all this diction out the window. also, starting tomorrow i will no longer use commas, periods, or complete sentences.
a tiny act of literary rebellion.
i saw a purple stallion masturbating in the distance. it was very interesting to witness. he had to use his hooves to get the job done and well, honestly, it didn't look like too much fun.
i want to run.
but, i have no destination. only a mind full of hesitation.
love was my gateway drug.
i think i've accidently caught a 24 hour (7 days a week, 365 days a year) bug.
i push, i shove. i pull and i tug. i am tugging.
my grandma has lost 11 pounds in one week. currently, she weighs the same as me, and i am 23 and extremely "petite". this is scary.
i feel terrible, mostly. mostly i feel terrible when wishing she would just go ahead and die already. death isn't scary but dying can be terribly frightening to witness.
i have not only burned bridges, i have blown them to pieces. smithereens, really. it makes me- more or less- happy, though. who needs a path to and from disaster?
i know that i am a servant. i know that i am a slave. only thing that bothers me about this whole thing is the following: i do not know who my master is.
i am falling. i am tripping. i fall, then i trip.
it's all in the hips.
now, i sit and sip from cold bottles containing only bubbly, bilious, carbonated liquid within.
love was my gateway drug.
the ice-cubes pop and i don't want me and you to ever stop.
it drips and i drop.
it's all in the hips.
yet, i still cannot fathom how to fix it. hell is a nexus between fact and fiction. i think that i am going to throw all this diction out the window. also, starting tomorrow i will no longer use commas, periods, or complete sentences.
a tiny act of literary rebellion.
i saw a purple stallion masturbating in the distance. it was very interesting to witness. he had to use his hooves to get the job done and well, honestly, it didn't look like too much fun.
i want to run.
but, i have no destination. only a mind full of hesitation.
love was my gateway drug.
i think i've accidently caught a 24 hour (7 days a week, 365 days a year) bug.
i push, i shove. i pull and i tug. i am tugging.
my grandma has lost 11 pounds in one week. currently, she weighs the same as me, and i am 23 and extremely "petite". this is scary.
i feel terrible, mostly. mostly i feel terrible when wishing she would just go ahead and die already. death isn't scary but dying can be terribly frightening to witness.
i have not only burned bridges, i have blown them to pieces. smithereens, really. it makes me- more or less- happy, though. who needs a path to and from disaster?
i know that i am a servant. i know that i am a slave. only thing that bothers me about this whole thing is the following: i do not know who my master is.
i am falling. i am tripping. i fall, then i trip.
it's all in the hips.
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