Here are some sentences about my weekend.
Even though I did not drink I managed to wake up with all the symptoms of hangover including the regrets.
Why am I the only one who takes "dress as crazy as you can" literally?
I got home and watched "The royal Tennenbaums" just for the scene where Luke Wilsons character attempts suicide.
After having not eaten properly all weekend I started the week famished and nauseous.
And here's a conversation I just had with myself in my head.
Brain to Heart: Don't do it, forget her and go find something else to think about.
Heart to Brain: But I like her. Besides, you're all fucked up on pot, who knows what you really like.
Brain to Heart: True that, but I can see this one coming a mile away. I'm the one connected to the eyes you know.
Heart to Brain: Yeah, but I feel it in the pit of my gut that this might work.
Brain to Heart: You're a fucking idiot. I'm warning you, this will not end well for either of us.
(Heart goes out and does it).
Later both Brain and Heart lie unsatisfied and unfulfilled.
Brain to Heart: I hate you you know. If it weren't for you I could survive this.
Heart to Brain: I'm sorry.
Brain to Heart: Just shut the fuck up ok? For the last three years I've been listening to you, listening to your bullshit, your tiny never ending lies, your false hopes and dreams, and what has it got me? Fucking nothing, no where, no how. You're an asshole and I wish you couldn't feel so I could.
Heart to Brain: Why do you hate me so?
Brain to Heart: I could ask you the very same thing.
how long? I'm not counting. Make your move please.
ReplyDeleteRE: Anon. how long what? STABFACEPUNCHCOCK.
ReplyDeletelike you said "For the last three years... Fucking nothing, no where, no how."
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas.
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