8 hours of bullshitting- sip- drag-sip-drag- I bit a fake pearl- and then I smoked it down- I know what I want, but I wont write it- because I know whos reading this------- fuck it, I'll just say it, I want it rough- Im starting to think my thought process is a little to connected- Did you write that down? my relationships are random, and unstable, if I can stand them, I like it like that- they're generally more brief then expected, thats my fault, I know- Bukowski, are you listening? Jesus, are you fucking listening? I didnt think so... I want to go this way, if your up for it, you can meet me where ends meet.