Edit: this was written just now on the app. Fuck. I'm here again. This miserable fucking me, drowning in yesterday's liquor and today's pussy. Yeah i'm God fearing. Fear this motherfucker. I know where I came from. I know what my life means but somehow I always find myself back here again. Why must I do this shit to myself. My loved ones? What loved ones? I'm long forgotten, at best i'm nothing more than a shred of memory stirred to the top by a warm summer day and the smell of the ocean, quickly pushed aside by the fresh taste of some burn out fucking hippy and his dick sucking saliva. Even with every button press and every line of each and every fucking letter. It's you I see. It's you I hear but you don't give a fuck. Are we that deluded? To think we hate eahother? You cunt. I know you are. I know where you go every tuesday and every thursday. You go shack up with the first brain dead juice monkey that walks into the bar. Fuck off, I love you.
You will always have us. And sounds like you need to have a vacation. Go on a cruise or anywhere you have never been before. If you can maybe even just wake up tomorrow and move to a different city, state, or even country. Sent from my SAMSUNG-SGH-I337 using Grasscity Forum mobile app
You know that this is posted in the Artist's Corner right? It's art. It's not meant to be taken literally. It's the product of my thought and emotion written in a way that I had hoped would be enjoyable. As far as you know, it's nothing but fiction.
Oh. That is what I get for just opening the thread from unread I guess. Sorry bout that Sent from my SAMSUNG-SGH-I337 using Grasscity Forum mobile app