I never see the city anymore

my back is severely knotted. It's not just knots, it's mountains.
The heat works now and it's giving me a sore throat.
I should try wearing more than leggings for the rest of my life.
So what did you do on your day off?
"I smoked weed and then pranced around in minimal clothing, while the thermostat read 77. I could have sworn it was no warmer than 45. My toes are frozen and if I keep prancing, I might step too hard and crack them. This cut on my foot is gaping, oozing, shit."

The heater in my room might blow me away, or at least to Africa.
The stars and the moons encompass my body when I get out of the shower in the morning.
It helps to ease me into the everyday grind of cab rides and folding boards.
Making less than you're spending and it's your own goddamn fault.
THEN JOVANNI CAME HOME! ON THE TELEPHONE.
"you have to meet him, he's amazing. I want to show my family like, 'Hey, I'm gay, but I've got this really amazing person in my life and it's really important that you meet him!'
Isn't that what we are all secretly trying to say?
I'm going to stick with exploding. Something has escaped me for a brief period of time and I'm scared and I don't want to forget that.
Exploding used to be right next to my pillow and blanket in my comfort zone. My hair is blowing around and I feel like I am in the back seat of my mother's car again. My chest feels tight and my lungs are struggling. I gasp for air and it's just a warm placebo. Is grey really the color that's there after you're gone?

you are asexual, like Steven Patrick Morrissey.
"He knows so much about these things."


MY IPOD ISN'T STOLEN. yay!
However, there is still an eyelash in my eye and I can't get it out.



"I think I'm drunk enough to drive you home now.
I'll keep my mouth kept shut, under lock and key that's rusted from no lie.
Cause all these conversations whine, on and on, on and on."
^^^^^
pathetic.

All the things you said can be terminated with the hit of a switch.
Sometimes I make up my own rules of grammar. MLA format, my assssssssss. Dunzo.
it's dot. dot. dot. comma, dot.
She just opened her door and is going to comment on high I am looking and acting. My mom would always stop mid-sentence while talking to me and just say "blah blah blah... and you are so goddamn high right now.. look at you, haha you little asshole." I would just giggle and stare at the computer screen. I have no space to alleviate all of this. There are just things everywhere.
It's been a while since I've had that sensation run through my legs. It's been since the school bus. The Jetta chronicles. It was my bubble and my bedroom. I have definitely slept in that car before; afraid to go home because I knew I was going to get yelled at. I never really did though; I'd go home when I'd finally get scared I was going to get arrested again.

Destructive.

Note to self:
Song for all the young casanovas and casanovettes
Spring and by summer fall
Don't ever fall in love



yessir.