February 2012
297 posts
Volk v ovech’yey shkurye
Ha
ha
ha
is your only response to me ignoring your ignorance
or petty late night phone calls.
Ha
ha
ha
is the right response for your instability
and my flight flying high.
I’m for sure almost neatly
untraceable and for sure blessed completely
with the best kiss and bed in this
shit filled west.
I saw the sun rise this morning,
I didn’t sleep all night,
and I...
I’m a crybaby and too clingy.
I’m too cute and impractical.
I’m repulsive and self-loathing.
I’m untrustworthy and monotonous.
I’m quiet and withdrawn.
I’m unpopular and unable.
I’m irresponsible and introverted.
I’m everything someone would not want,
Believe me.
Please stop talking to me.
It is unreal, the amount, of time, I have wasted, on inanimate, cold, in the moment, superficial,
lowest
common
denominator
pieces of shit.
You’re like the drivel I spit from my mouth
bolting an’ scooting on to the homely lousy floor you’ve grown accustom to.
You are of the lowest caste of my black booked castle.
*swipe of the bottom of my shoe.
Anonymous asked: I want to have sex to you.