curbdrop out of grace

the ass to ass scene makes me laugh.

dear fuck face,

i want you to go ride your pony into a train. if you could play any part you'd play the pope. wouldn't you? i know all about your kind. you need water and love. in that order. i hate it when you smell like bacon. it reminds me of how fat you are.

sometimes when you're sleeping i like to stand above you and pretend that you are lying there dead. i imagine what it would be like if the sky opened up and dropped anvils like that episode of animaniacs. yep, you remember. that was back in the day when you still believed in miracles.

maybe someday you will get the chance to score with me and then your life won't seem so bland. maybe. but probably not. long ago i lost my genitals in a forest fire.

i wish john denver hadn't flown his plane into a mountain. i wish he were alive to serenade me now while i type this letter to you.

dear fuck face, fuck off.

posted by fillshe @ 9:29 PM