emokidvicious

or its mother, the clod of clay. she'll show you where our bodies will end up. every once in a while i wish t was a little bit better than that, that maybe i had even handled our situation a little bit better. after all, maybe you were a good person. maybe you didnt deserve what i did. but then something happens like fucking someone else's love. and the clod of clay told me to ask the lily of the valley. she said it was her love. i asked the clouds and the ghosts. they just looked at you in shame. im ashamed of you.

so its 3 weeks into college and ive had sex with everyone there. even my professors. strokes on sunday. ithaca tomorrow. my lollapalooza bracelets made it to a month and 3/4ths. i think ill have sex with that too. theres just something very romantic and sexy about the life of decadence and wild hedonism that developed into. i blame it on chemical surplus.

the puppy pees all over the corner of the living room. 3 or 4 times before anyone notices. it shall be punished for not being able to control itself until the door to the deck opens. theres a small creature called Q. Q is sad. Q cannot let anyone close to it. it really wanted to let the fox in, but the fox cared too much and killed itself. it was what was best for the fox. but not for Q. now Q is worse off than ever. Q becomes less and less real everytime it opens a book or learns a new word. and Q will be alone until it can control itself. the Q and the puppy could learn alot from eachother. but puppys are closely related to foxes. the pup