pouring salt water into the wounds of society
may clean them out, but it calls for unpleasant feelings.
...you could be a little friendlier about it.

swearing with a smile tends to be more understandable
...at least to those who cry themselves to sleep.

wryness is never mistaken for sincerity,
so don't try to pull that shit with me.

All my friends sprung a leak when I pushed a little harder,
and gained a little weight.

it made my subject matter a little heavier,
than light as a feather.

don't worry so much about your significant other.

Instead, let's rehearse for the end of the world.

Sadly, the protagonist always gets the girl.

Sometimes paranoia seems to be plotting against me.

My suitcase is full.

Note: this was stream of consciousness rambling in my notebook. pay no heed to it's poetic value.

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Life isn't a bitch...
she's just sick of being personified -Sage Francis