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twenty-sixth, dec why do i always have to ask myself "was it all a dream?" all dorothy of kansas like. drawing the symbol for infinity with my pee stream in the snow. did i actually talk my mom into taking a rip out of a bong? ha ha, hahaha! after someone said that you could only be scared of the shit out there if you believed in it, or something to that effect, i decided to start believing. and that's when i got swallowed by a giant shark head. puking up dry dirty breath and merry christmases before opening my presents, as all the vodka and champagne had already been absorbed into my body. my family chortling in the background, motherfucking dogs with horns (for pricking) barking afraid at my weakened state. still drunk, driving fast down the highway with all the windows down in hopes for the so-open-it's-scary sky to blow all the stale smoke off me. i enjoy being left all the mysterious cuts on me. it's as if my body was possessed for a few hours and after being used up, given back to me. wonder where i went. |