Oh oh I bite my tongue la la red alga. Lightly robots. It's good...not so hard now oh but I feel this chance to drop I like that I wrote you a love letter on a traffic cone I was with that drunk and my stand up who didn't work hard enough at getting their fingers into my hair and pulling as hard as they could I always have this fantasy of getting arrested and having my face smashed down real hard into the hood at the point of the night where i licked all my lipstick off but there were no cops, no cops ever give me discerning looks nobody ever puts my hands together none of my parents ever take my pony away nobody ever wants me to be anything quiet like everything I kind of want to be and I swear all the time on my mother's name that I'm being noble in the thrash but at the end of the day the flail has never clocked many hits and I sleep for days all the days I rub through for sleep i fight to hide that I've given up but then.... really oh the relief is the oddest thing.

I'm really fucking pissed off at everyone for failing to scold you. I'm disappointed nobody is disappointed in you and thinks that you're a sloppy mess who ruins the night out by sucking up all the air and letting the whiskey make you sad and desperate as you paw at the general direction of the loudest noise while you give a predetory glare that reminds me of something really hideous that I dreamt about when I was 16 and certain my life was over because of a rock that hit the window of my house and I just think someone should give you a talkin to i wish people weren't scared of you and didn't paw you back like you want it when it's obvious you've just lost something that you know can't be retrived from the storm drain you didn't even really like him he was dumb he was real real dumb and real real basic and you just thought dumb and basic would be easy but you found a way to make it ugly and kind of old with a nasty stench it takes you weeks to clean out because you're lazy to boot mousey little red crested ground lousse.

I'm going to go eat several slices of pizza something hideous and alone because i am hideously alone hahaha that was very live journal nevermind then I'm going to put on some horrific noise band shit and make out with a crack pipe while tracing the veins in my arms with a green sharpie instead. Success! I am a success!! I just discovered the meaning of life and now I'm going to tell my mother about it. Hi mom. Mom mom mom my father is ruining my life.