I could save my unwashed fingers for a in an emergency meal plan.
Yeah that's what I'll do, I won't wash my hands.
Oh Dave you creep in unnoticed don't you, you hide in my nooks and crannies.
There was a multiple choice on a final today - pick the best suited explanation of a brain drain,
ha I got one for ya...
And so it goes, the eye make up is dragging down beneath my sweaty palms, war paint of turquoise black and cheetos orange (insert tribal scream here)
And you think I would care but I don't, not one little itty bit, not at all.
If they ask me whats for dinner, I have a plan of attack - I will look blankly back at them, just stare without one word - decipher this.
They may be afraid of me, wonder why I've gone tribal, back up from me so as not to be human sacrificed - smart kids
Cold Diet Pepsi is the God I worship right now, cold bubbles that tickle my throat and fuzz up my nose and tell me yes, yes you are still alive.
I went the post exam freak out route and approached the edge of heart attack - I ate a corned beef sandwich with swiss and spicy mustard on rye - it slowed my pulse and tamed the shakes.
I bought a pack of Rolo's to melt up warm goo on my sore tongue, but I lost them and now I feel incomplete.
My eyes burn in their sockets and my lids feel like they weigh more than my ass.
This room is shady and I like it, the whir of the ceiling fan is inviting -
I wonder if I were to be finger printed right this very moment, would the maze of cheesy lines spell out this same story?
I wouldn't read it if it did, I'd lick the smudges clean, because without my rolo's I have a craving I can't satisfy and that makes me just eat everything
There is a THUD THUD THUD in my chest and I like the rhythm, it's in time with the throbbing of my tired legs - good to keep in time.
In syncopation. THUD THUD THUD.
The bottom is scraping the back of my head, it's heavy and falling off.
The pillow is soft and the sheets are so cool - I smell cheetos.
Hey I need a sip my throat is wicked dry.
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