i'm sorry.
i was just getting a cherry/coke slurpee on a whim... my cousin wanted chocolate milk, so he begged me to stop at the s'leven. i was in line behind you, and yeah, i was checking you out, my eyes following the outline of your thighs... it kinda turned me off that you were buying gee-pee-cees, but everybody needs a hobby, right?
you apoligized for holding up the line by paying for your cancer with all the change from the bottom of your purse. i didn't mind... i was too busy noticing your black shelltoes, and admiring that ass, wondering what you would look like in just your adidas. i know you saw me, too. you gave me that look on your way out, the same flirty look that all strangers give each other when they know the moment is over and nothing more is going to come of it... i watched you walk away, wondering if you felt the same as me.
as i left the store you were walking back in, and i got a good look at you and your girlfriend material. i put the slurpee in the car, and went to put a homemade "government is a burden on the people" sticker on a nearby powerbox, killing time as my cousin paid for his milk. you came back out and gave me a strange face, wondering what i was doing near your car, if i was trying to talk to you or not. you started dumping out your purse; i'm guessing you were looking for your keys... i kept staring, wondering if you needed help or not.
my experience told me that if a girl really needed help, she would certainly ask for it. i got in the car as my cousin did, and i asked him, since he saw me staring, "do you think she locked her keys in her car?" "who cares," he said, "she's fat anyways." it was then as we drove away that i thought i saw you get into your car, and i knew that i should have talked to you, i should have offered to help, for the simple reason of not letting the wheel of karma spin away, to take an action, any action, into my own hands. were you testing me? were you pretending to be a damsel in distress as a ploy to meet me?
no, that type of thinking is much too selfish... you may have genuinely needed help, and there i was rushing off, not able to give it 'cause i had other plans. as i sat in my apartment later on, enjoying the way frozen sugar makes my teeth ache, i thought of you and your cat's eye lenses, wishing that things would have gone differently. every once in a while, the universe, as a reward or just as a favor, totally sets me up, and i'm always oblivious, not thinking that someone might want to meet me too.
-bobby
i was just getting a cherry/coke slurpee on a whim... my cousin wanted chocolate milk, so he begged me to stop at the s'leven. i was in line behind you, and yeah, i was checking you out, my eyes following the outline of your thighs... it kinda turned me off that you were buying gee-pee-cees, but everybody needs a hobby, right?
you apoligized for holding up the line by paying for your cancer with all the change from the bottom of your purse. i didn't mind... i was too busy noticing your black shelltoes, and admiring that ass, wondering what you would look like in just your adidas. i know you saw me, too. you gave me that look on your way out, the same flirty look that all strangers give each other when they know the moment is over and nothing more is going to come of it... i watched you walk away, wondering if you felt the same as me.
as i left the store you were walking back in, and i got a good look at you and your girlfriend material. i put the slurpee in the car, and went to put a homemade "government is a burden on the people" sticker on a nearby powerbox, killing time as my cousin paid for his milk. you came back out and gave me a strange face, wondering what i was doing near your car, if i was trying to talk to you or not. you started dumping out your purse; i'm guessing you were looking for your keys... i kept staring, wondering if you needed help or not.
my experience told me that if a girl really needed help, she would certainly ask for it. i got in the car as my cousin did, and i asked him, since he saw me staring, "do you think she locked her keys in her car?" "who cares," he said, "she's fat anyways." it was then as we drove away that i thought i saw you get into your car, and i knew that i should have talked to you, i should have offered to help, for the simple reason of not letting the wheel of karma spin away, to take an action, any action, into my own hands. were you testing me? were you pretending to be a damsel in distress as a ploy to meet me?
no, that type of thinking is much too selfish... you may have genuinely needed help, and there i was rushing off, not able to give it 'cause i had other plans. as i sat in my apartment later on, enjoying the way frozen sugar makes my teeth ache, i thought of you and your cat's eye lenses, wishing that things would have gone differently. every once in a while, the universe, as a reward or just as a favor, totally sets me up, and i'm always oblivious, not thinking that someone might want to meet me too.
-bobby
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mothra:
no free stickers at Fairey's show, but great prints... although most you could buy off the internet.
ragtag:
i like the way you write. and yup violence is good and nope i haven't seen that one.