flatter fuck

bored with the urge to ruin everything, tired of the rest of the world. this is FUN, going nowhere.

still rocking the army pants, cigs, soda, tilt, plaid, unwashed, bikejizz, rainrainrain, pink, disdain, blurred, sparks, bawls, coffee cake, sleepsleepsleep, music. very comfortable with no direction. very at ease with unease. movie after movie, unpaid bills, careful presentation of whatever. reading the same books, hurting the same body parts, stealing the same products, using the same tools. are you happy?

stopping hardly, falling slowly, stumbling willingly. eating rarely. holding myself back for the good of mankind. i WANT ALL THE WARNINGS TO COME TRUE. I WANT IT ALL TO FALL APART AND SWALLOW ME UP, I WANT TO BRAVE THE ONSLAUGHT WITH DOWNCAST EYES. I WANT THE DANGER TO HIT ME HARD ENOUGH TO MAKE ME LAUGH. THERE IS NOTHING TO EXPECT.

so. fuck you.

love,
dewballs