deleting poems from my phone.
I want a documentary about the making of Lethal Weapon 3.
And how the logistics of blowing up Orlando's City Hall came to fruition.
tomorrow doesn't come with instructions.
only wishes.
everyday I check a borrowed muse's blog.
only for it to be blocked which is comedic now.
ambivalence vs. obligation.
it's getting mixed with cookie dough.
I used to be able to play this song on the guitar.
I wonder if I still can.
where ya going with that master frown?
that these are the eyes of disarray, would you even care?erudite bards of Brooklyn on Vyvanse.
horrifically terrific.
I can't name every person I've fucked,
but I can tell you the name of every person whose hand I've held.
it's good that people are in tune with their mental health.
but can we totally stfu about it for just one day?
on my birthday deathbed.