That which does not kill me makes me bitter
Ho lee shit.
it had a scrolling led in the rear, gave off chimney smoke, and i can only imagine was driven by Jack Skellington himself.
acosmist - One who believes that nothing exists
paralian - A person who lives near the sea
aureate - Pertaining to the fancy or flowery words used by poets
dwale - To wander about deliriously
sabaism - The worship of stars
dysphoria - An unwell feeling
Erry day i’m a dwalek in a humans world. PEREGRINATE! PEREGRINATE!
Head, heart, back,
broken, broken, broken.
A huddled mass left in the open.
Giving is the same as harming.
You can only do it of yourself for so long.
One hundred and ten.
Percent, heart rate, blood pressure.
Distress measured in numbers.
But what’s the use?
Our average survivability is a big round zero.
Insert your witty line here,
mine are too busy wrapped around my throat.
Depression, depredation, depreciation.
The three d’s to live life by.
How goddamned charming.
We all have our workarounds,
our carrots on sticks,
our dreams and goals.
Only the unlucky catch up.
Those that keep running never realize
that the world is made up two types of people
cunts and cowards
and we’re all so goddamned charming.
Other women have shown me
that you’re a terrible diva
and an even worse lay
Looking back, i’m pretty sure
you’ve always been that way
so if you would excuse me
I’ll be taking my exit
Conceding the lead of this play.
Don’t look to the next act,
I know all your lines, and
I’ve thanked my unmet understudy
that the role’s no longer mine.
Maybe when your run is up
I’ll toss a rose for the good times
but don’t count on my urbanity
we’ve long thrown out