Wednesday, February 24, 2016
Your Food Tastes Like Shit
Oh dust dust me off dust she said Dustin, I just want to pull your fucking cowboy hat down to your neck watch the head hit the wall and break open your pores you piece of shit the most violent girl I ever met swung a fist at me drunk as shit but then again it's cause I asked her to... hungry for brutality really numb to the television's flashy tragedies she said she said "Dustin won't you shut your hayseed mouth I'll never want you like you want me." Needles to say never want me like I wanted her as well oh fuck Maria I perhaps waited too long this is a tired tired way to forget and she read the trite poetry as we played cards between therapy in rehab and she said I really spoke to her even brought moisture close to her eyes... surprise, what did she know? Go to school little fool and soon you'll see just how much the fucking tool I am. What a tool I am...
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