Saturday, February 9, 2008

LATE NIGHT SNACKS

FUCK YOU.
I LOOKED AT AN ASS.
SHE MADE ME.
SHE FUCKING TEMPTED
ME INTO IT.
FUCKING BITCH.
SHE MADE ME BUY HER
THREE GODDAMN
DRINKS AND
I DON'T EVEN HAVE
ANY MONEY.
WE TRIED TO
TALK WHILE
DISCO MUSIC PLAYED
LOUDLY ALL
AROUND US.
YOU NODDED YOUR
HEAD AT TIMES SO
I NODDED MINE TOO
TO MAKE IT SEEM
LIKE I WAS IN THE MOMENT.
BUT I WAS
TRICKING YOU.
DON'T YOU KNOW
WHAT IS HAPPENING
HERE?
IM SMASHING
MY FOREFINGER
INTO A MOUSEPAD
WHILE
TRYING TO CONFESS
MY INNERMOST
TICKS ON THE
OVEN TIMER.
FUCK YOU.
REALLY.
I TALKED TO A BUM
ABOUT THINGS.
SHE CALLED HERSELF
MS BLOWJOB.
WHEN SHE
WAS GIVING ME ONE
I DIDN'T REMEMBER
ANYTHING.

3 comments:

The Shark Guys said...

Nice to see a kindred spirit...

www.thesharkguys.com

sam pink said...

the shark guys provided their site address.

i am afraid of sharks.

combined with a man they could be unstoppable.

i just lost my mind.

Justin Rands said...

I rode on a shark once. He tasted good when I ate him.