rocking out in long island- im me if you want to chill cause im not going to give my sister's cell phone number away
asliceofbeef
here is an old one. it is naughty and keeps trying to creep out- so i let it out with a littlw work and let him come to see you

feed yourself.
here are the quite possible circumstances of my conception--->
(in an order contrived by a madman)
It was a bribe
The cloud i was conceived on was dry and cold
The sex was stale
Frogs and crickets screamed loudly to match the volume of the inmates in the nearby jailhouse...
I was not a mistake
My makers were in love
The whole thing was a lousy joke.
The settings, plots, and misgivings of my childhood
After living hte confines of a giant banana peel throughout infancy, I was shipped off to a college dorm, stuffed into an Atari, and primarly was raised by a 4-bit creature named PacMan.
->I was malnourished and could not live on computer morsals.
-> i was sent home
-> I spoke computer speak
-> i was very well-spoken and cultured for my age
-> i thought in shapes
-> i was not amused by anything
Pre-teenage wasteland
->I was very lame
->as an amputee, I could not dance to Paula Abdul or Janet Jackson. i cried for seconds.
->Cyndi Lauper was a guest at my 12th birthday part.
->I sowed oats on my farm. i counted the maggots on each grain.
I plucked them off and placed them in a Maxwell House coffe tin (sharp and rusty)
they were my family.
Forever grateful to invertebrates
-> I learned that fingers can push, slide,scratch, pet, and rub-> gently or roughly-> in sixth grade camp.
->I learned that sperm was another name for poison
-> I read all the time
A teenage milkmade in heaven
-Prostitution dissapointed me
- I took up the clarinet
- I threw it back down again
- I had nothing to my name except too many letters
- I ran away to Paris->became rich overnight - I felt like such a fool.
- I fell in love- I felt like such a fool.
- High school was four years of continuous nausea(i was now back in America-> i became very rude and very stupid)
- I bathed everyday
- I never forgave myself for it
My Adulteryhood
I was arrested for knowing too little about how the world works->i was sentence to a dizzy life in jail with 98% of the American population.
There, i fell in love 301 times.
Each time was magnificently worse than the previous
I had a child
I made a flute from the bones of her finger
I went to sleep
My bed became damp and rusty
1 Comments:
i think it's pretty, miss michaela. so beautiful and fragile. like stained glass.
11:27 AM
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