Thanks but I am single. Looks like my dreams did come a little true. A shammer and a shitbag. Missing you grandma and grandpa. Need a dose of creepy and depressing? Looking back on the aughties 2000s. The life of a medicated disabled veteran home owner.
What is life? My little heart beats for no one. All alone with near death experiences. Logged out of my Amazon Music subscription account after accidentally playing songs from youth.
Trying my best. Having my needs met. Self sufficient. Questioning mortality complacent sterility versus wild and lively fantasies.
What's left? My parents and I and the houses and the cars. Aging along like a turtle in captivity with liberal caretakers. In the South I made it with hobbies and lazy days like album covers.
The movie quotes from my generation exhaled and snapping out of deaths reach. You only get so much childhood till no one cares anymore. They'll avoid me now like a fart from eggs from breakfast. I am alive with the distance being squashed and sleep gently descending upon me each night.
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