hansel

Whatever. Fuck it. I can't sleep. I want to watch the little shop of horrors.

An unrelated quote:

"...for the intimate revelations of young men or at least the terms in which they express them are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions."

cryptic swing now you sing
to the backs of your best friends
talent good, sing for food
she does it to her best friends

I know you desire sex
but sex is just a consequence
of living in a modern age
with broken toys and cheated games...

can you dare to prepare
for the first death on your block
she had to go to the show
and see her best friends first knock

I know you look for love
like it was the purest dove
of apple cores and incidents
I'd put you through the deepest end
and look for judges on the line
the worstest of the serpentine
or maybe just a simple clause
breathe deep and fuck applause