choleric pulses
friday was really fun
i woke up early, caught up with a bunch of people over the phone
and headed off for work
succesfully dodged crackheads on the bus who focused their antics on some other plebes in the back.
starr brought me delicious cat butt candies
and cat & josh came out just especially to spend some time with me
and then pretty bois turned me into a shuddering pile of goop
if looks could kill my whip-cream eyes would be blunt butter knives
i send myself to despair on dirty dancefloors
my hideous hips are still making revolutions of utter confusion.

saturday was green camo pop roxx
i was tired of being angry at cephalopods so i let one eat my face around the corner where no one could see
it left ink smeared all over my forehead.

spundae made my stomach sick
silly hats equals stupid butterflies
i'll stop making the eyes at you if you stop making the eyes at me.