Saturday, August 07, 2004

 

fucked

i'm building up all this i'm gonna blow my top not the top of my dick the top of my head. fuck you and fuck you and fuck you i wanna fuck you and it's all gonna blow and be gone. and no more. no more fucking. no more fucking ever again. fuck it. fuck it fuck it fuck it fuck it fuck it. maybe i'll do something.

"you can't go outside you have to put on pants."

i can put on pants.

"what are you gonna do out there?"

i don't know, take a break from this madness?"

"it's wet. it's been raining."

how do you know?

"i can hear the drops. and the cars have the sound of wet road. you know what i'm talking about."

maybe that's from all the women who know they're in my vicinity. is my obviousness disgusting?

"julien lives here i wanna fuck him i'm leaking all through the floorboards if only i knew his apartment number i'd fuck him so hard he'd be fucked and i'm a woman, which is just what he likes."

i need to get out.

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