the brakes
maybe it’s a boil. maybe I got a boil on my back.
I don’t feel comfortable about that either. because now I’m just an asshole who doesn’t wash enough and gets a boil. so instead of affected, I’m a slob. son of a bitch! it’s not how it sounds, god damn it …
whistling. Eric Clapton. Winamp. The Postal Service. 2005 at Dagwoods!
… annnd on from that, nothing. motherfucker. I’ve got so much I want to say and this can’t be the venue to say it. it’s compromised, man. people read this who want to hear different things. and I can’t say everything to everybody. and if I write it out in pencil, it ends up all over my hand. the left-handed curse. so again, son of a bitch.
