There We Are, Underneath Shooting Stars (Past Tense)

This probably isn't going to work, is it?
Oh well, it was fun, I liked your weird feet,
that drunk blow job, and your laugh a lot. 

I am allowed to be sad,
and that is something
you don't ever consider. 

Kendra Jean is a piece of shit.
Arielle has too much drama to realize.
I am probably dead soon,
but who cares.

Time travel
is a naked leg thing,
something to be done alone,
for good or ill.

I am going back to Greenpoint
to get myself a girl,
start all over,
and conquer the world.

Get ready for hours,
because this blog
is going to rock your fucking socks off.