Wednesday, August 26, 2015

It'll do.

It's not romantic.
It's not the first time.
It isn't magic.
It isn't soulful.
It won't be true for me or you.
But it'll do.
It'll do.

It isn't heartfelt.

It isn't lovesick.
It won't be precious.
It won't be tender.
It's not a fairytale.
It wasn't heaven-sent.
But it'll do.
It'll do.

I'll pass the time with you.

'Cause it's so simple and sweet.
They'll be no hard times to get through.
Nothing too deep.
And when the day is done.
We have all had our fun.
We will both find a place to sleep.

I'm not a savior, 
I'm not a saint.
I'm not a partner, I'm not a friend.
I'm not a blessing, I'm not a gift.
I will not cry when this ends.
I'm not a muse to feed your soul.
But I'll do, for you.

You'll pass the time with me,

'Cause it's so dark and free.
It won't be good for me.
But it'll do.

Thursday, June 25, 2015

a particular strain of douche

are a particular strain of douche that's a toxic fume, a bad taste, a sick cat
can't be serious right?

say it

just because... every big bald truth is beauty unpacked.

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

nothing sacred

Nothing sacred
or'd rather, what's sacred?

Thursday, June 18, 2015

All hail the Synecdoche

favourite new FOS (figure of speech)


Hurricane Raisin

Why would anyone want go on OKC to make fucking friends?
It's like going to MacDonalds and having a grilled chicken salad.

You were kinda perfect. Alas...

Sunday, June 14, 2015

would you rather

Would you rather be the one that grieves, or the one that leaves?