Thoughts again

My own private hell - song

What do you want me to do, scale the side of the building? I look like Spiderman? Go web go. Spidey web go. Shazam.

I want to fuck all night. I want to fuck till it hurts.

I felt so white. Wonderbread white.

It's necessary but not sufficient.

My teeth are going to hell. The rest of me is heavenward bound.

You need to start a task force.

Fuckin shit felt like a shakedown.

You must have hung up the phone and jumped in a canon. Kabloom! Did you take your umbrella to break your fall? No? Then you landed on his doorstep like crash, boom, kaping. He come out like "What's all that racket? And why are you so dirty? And why you smell like gun powder?"

Please, I'd have to have bullet proof everything. Bullet proof eyelashes, bullet proof deoderant, bullet proof hairspray. Like ssshhhhhhhhhhh, shhhhhhhhh, sssssssssshhhhhhhh. I'm going to see 50. Putting on deoderant lift pft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft. I get there he be like, "Why are you so flakey?" "It's my deoderant."

You are foul pushers. You fool no one. Away.

I write, and masterbate, and wait.