when I was older I crammed it in gently . I sat back and yawned . I fled thru the forest in a blaze . I bellowed out in agony. I flipped over the bench. I spat the puke. I itched the back. I sprayed the

was at the supermarket buying blueberries and some frozen pizza and then I decided I needed some salt as well so I went to that aisle and happened to be where the bread was too so I got that and a few

don't give no fucks when the ceiling ; is falling on top of me. give no fucks when my lungs fill with tar. ''have a balogne sandwich.'' ''yes. mustard too'' I reply. but then why do I always get the crust?

i puff on a popcorn scented vape i tilt the fan like so i look out the blinds and see a guy strutting around like elvis i see an old lady with her 80s Walkman picking up her dog shit i see a mailbox that's