Alcohol with a close friend because nothing better is going on.
my facebook page.
OR WHAT, ANGIE? OR WHAT?
i know how far i can go
and i know what we could do
but instead i just lie on my bed
and drink away the next day
and everything seems okay with my music
park jefferson or castevet
or whoever i feel is sad enough
either way
its nice
my girlfriend is a fucking angel(a)
she’s so good to me
she always drives to see me
cause im always broke
but its cool cause i buy her french fries
and give her cigarettes
and kisses on the knees
even though she destroys my shoulder
and she thinks im funny
no girls think im funny
but she does
this post is gay
but i don’t care
i just found myself smiling at your pictures
and nothing else matters.
you’re just so beautiful.
and i’m glad i stole you from the world.
Nothing
I miss your smile until I remember the foul things that would come from behind those bright, red lips.
And then I laugh and realize you were never as good as I thought after all.
I really should speak more but I’m worried. About my boss, my family, strangers in the streets. But if I can’t say what I need to say I’d rather say nothing because if I wasn’t meant to say what truly comes bursting from deep, hidden somewhere behind my rib cage, I would have no use for this body, no use for this throat.
you too, man
there he was, standing on the pavement outside the cubicle building
we were both sent home early to come back early the next day
we had not yet been processed.
the whole process of getting a new job is much like going to jail
sitting in a room with complete strangers
wondering how everyone else got there
how long they’ll be there
i asked him what time we were supposed to come the next morning
he said ten thirty and i said that i thought it was ten
he changed his mind and said he’d just come at ten
feeling unsure of his own answer, attempting to recollect what the lady in the suit had said
he was unsure of everything
where to look, when to speak, what to say, what to do with his hands
he was a loner with social anxiety
he had a lisp
i stood there with him for a moment
in the summer pavement
both of us refraining from pulling our ties loose because god forbid we look sloppy
we were hot and he was waiting for his ride
a moment passed
i reached out my hand and asked for his name
and his face changed
his mouth curved upwards but not too much because he was trying to suppress his smile like one does when everyone has stopped laughing at a joke long ago but it was a lot funnier to you than it was to everyone else and you just keep playing it back in your head
he said his name was mike
i shook his hand
i told him my name
he stammered over the next few words
its nice to… it’ll be nice… i look forward to meetin-working with you.
yeah, you too, man.
i wondered who was picking him up as i walked to get on the bus
back deck
it’s like the moths and the insects know something
either that they’re missing out on human experience
so they beat themselves across my skin
or;
they’re saying, go inside cameron
put down that cigarette, it’s way too late and
you’ve already smoked half a pack
if it’s the latter, then it really is the first
i slap them off my neck and watch the smoke trickle from my hands
I’m not IN love, but I do love you.
maybe i just hate myself
and i can handle taking myself down
but i can’t stomach taking anyone else with me
and sometimes there is something so calming about sadness
i guess it’s because sometimes i hate myself
but i love everyone else so much.
ANGIE PAUL AND I LOVE YOU AND WE THINK YOURE AMAZING AND GREAT FUCK YES ANTHONY IS PLAYING SONGS ABOUT GROWING UP AND I LOVE IT FUCK
HE JUST SAIDS
WHY AM I SOBER
PAUL IS HERE IVE SEEN HIS DICK
CAM IS HOT IVE KISSED HIS LIPS
AND NOW PAUL IS PLAYING A KEYBOARD SOLO
YES
ANGIE
YOU’RE AMAZING AN DHOT
YEAH.
COME OVER
EVERYDAY
DRINK
YEAH
FUCK YEAH
BUTTS.
I CONQUERED MY FEAR OF THE WORD BUTT.
NOT REALLY.
I HATE THAT WORD.
ANTHONY SIAD HE’S GONNA SUCK MY WANK.
WHAT IS WANK.
WHAT DOES THAT MEAN.
WHAT.
Got bored and created memes for my friends.
