“I tell her how isolated I feel and how lonely I am and hungry and tired and she says ‘oh’.”
If you love her, then tell her you love her and
You could be kissing her soon
If you need her, oh, tell her you need her and
You won’t be missing her soon
Oh, but for a love to be true
It must come from her too
One time I happened to an event that he was ‘producing’, and it was pretty bleak. It was in this really tacky ‘club’ that smelled like wet water. Maybe I was there too early, though. He came over to me and ‘big timed’ me, trying to show off what he had accomplished with his life. He invited me to have a drink in his VIP area that was a bleak section with sticky couches. There were some dudes in graphic tees with nothing to say, and some broads with ‘pointless’ fake tits, if the destination of their lives’ was some crappy ‘club.’
It was hard to hear over the crappy music, but I told him that the event was amazing, and I had heard a lot of buzz about it on the internet. I looked into his proud eyes, and he told me that he basically had a great party going on every night of the week. I wondered what he was running away from.
How earth carries your perverted person?
I think about her all the time//
I want her blood to mix with mine
(as I hammer her down)
I’d Like to do to You what everyone would like to do to You
self-hate and self-destructivism are great tools used to distract from the ridiculousness of existence