God damn right I was broken up after she left!
How the hell
would YOU feel pushed out the window of your third floor apartment?
Big Stories in Two Little Sentences
God damn right I was broken up after she left!
How the hell
would YOU feel pushed out the window of your third floor apartment?
Never ever admit that you don’t care about money.
Girls claim they want that but they really truly don’t.
Ok, so you are holding me to standard that you don’t meet yourself?
Right – you are so fucking fucked once I get out of this chicken suit.
How stupid to get addicted to writing.
I’ll never be free.
The leather chair squeaked and rustled and then beeped.
Too many noises because it’s made of too many fabrics.
Sobbing and pleading will not get you anything but my disdain.
Stroking my ego is probably the way to go…
“I’m sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Crane,” the bemused Emergency Room physician told the distraught parents, “there must be some mistake … your blood types are incompatible with that of your son.”
Mr. Crane, momentarily forgetting his paternal duty and concern, crossed the room and, almost imperceptibly and for the first time in a decade of marriage, began to raise his right hand toward the blushing left cheek of his wife.
Winged Mercury spoke the hideous verdict, “The Gods resolve that the vast Corporate claws buried so deeply in your beloved children’s hearts are irremovable; therefore each tiny chest must be fully cleansed.”
Thus unchained the relentless Furies toiled, surrounding great Wall Street with the huge open pit that ceaselessly they filled with colossal piles of once gentle, now putrid, little hearts; and yet, the reader will be unsurprised, the Great Winners within continued honoring themselves with such vast self-love that they failed to note their grisly suffocation from the putrid stink … as the Gods settled their accounts.
I’m sure I wasn’t born to be a consumer.
Isn’t there more.
Hey, give me a call before you top yourself yeah?
You owe me four bucks.
Your potential floats around you like a little golden sun.
That’s the reason people squint when they look at you (ha ha sure it is!).
I studied what you studied because I had no idea what to do.
Probably should have asked you first if you knew what you were doing, right?
I am his girl who makes him smile even for a while. I am also the reason why he shed tears all the time.
She said she was going to the gym for a workout.
She was going to Jim for a workout.
That little chocolate I gave you on our first date was like a little token for your drawbridge.
I didn’t know I’d have to keep paying once it was down.
I wanted to fight injustice and save the world, but icky!
I never thought I’d actually have to put my LIFE on the line?
I wanted to fight injustice and save the world!
Instead I had to sell out just like the rest of you.
I’m sorry your lover is dead.
I’m sorry your lover is dead.
I often find myself saying “you just don’t understand me”.
Could it be that I’m the one with the problem?
My nose hits the springy sodden wicker basket bottom.
My head flips once and settles so that I now look back up at the gray sky and the gushing stump of my neck.