curbdrop out of grace

girls count as two

the needle and the damage done.

i really wish my back weren't so fucked up. it's a very rare occasion if i have a day that doesn't involve me wishing that. people who wish a lot aren't even hoping anymore. hope equates to a chance. slim, but it's there. wishing means you need a shooting star or a geni or birthday candles.

if you disagree, then maybe you're using "wishing"/"wish" in the wrong form fuckhoe. go look up webster and then fuck emanuel lewis.

whenever i think of doctors i think of stethascopes and whenever i think of stethascopes, i think how wierd i must say that damn word.

remember snuggles? and not the fabric softner.

i wonder how many people would miss me if i moved out of here, to royal oak.

i just posted this as a comment and sorry, i think i was being witty here:
"i'm not really waiting in the sense that i think things will fall into place. you can always rely on gravity."

i'm not sure being good boyfriend material is really good now. i don't even want to be a boyfriend. i want to meet girls who are exceptional and go straight to orgasim, so to speak. i mean, to love.

also i don't fuck, i make love. i'm not a real guy. i'm good boyfriend material. so like i said, i'm not a real guy.

before i die i would like to lay in my future coffin. just to make sure i'm comfortable with rotting in that box for the next couple of years.

posted by fillshe @ 10:24 PM