I wanna have really aggressive sex and then go out for cheeseburgers and milkshakes
let’s fuck like we hate each other and then share our french fries
The chronicles of the Art Class Hero
I lost my inspiration that afternoon.. It was a Tuesday and that signature oblivious mood stayed.
A mild day an October, couldn’t think straight so I had to of been sober.
Shit I was at work.. Duh.
Respecting the space that was demanded I stupidly followed suite and got cut.
Running with the Queen until it was time for the deuces.
Dearly departed spirit guide this poor misguided soul back into whatever hole he came out of.
Let him know that if he tries again then life will just keep pouring oil around the edges..
I did it to myself, letting myself drown in a pile of lies that were told from that girl about this guy.
And this guy.. Just..
Lost touch with every pulse that ever pumped for him.
Let go of every dream he had for himself.
All that mattered for those month of bliss was their goal..
What’s hers is mine..
I want to be great in politics..
But we never politic..
Only bills that passed were the bills that would last until we’re married in our 30s
The only acts signed are from the playbill when I asked the main actor from The Book Of Mormon for an autograph.
All this planning for a life I have no business being involved in.
All this planning just to end up spazzing like Alec Baldwin.
Barely recognizable faces.
Physical manifestation of affection tied in a Rite Aid bag.
The sweet taste of my daughters to balance out the remnants of the sweat in your sheets.