| At one point in our relationship we were perfect,
almost as perfect as a zit on a beauty queens chin.
But after a while I dropped you like a bad habit.
Mainly because I got tired of feeling like a million dollars worth of cocaine being flushed down a toilet.
I got tired of looking at the world through the midst of our chemistry.
My ego is a spiral staircase inside a tornado.
My heart is a street so dark nymphomaniacs are afraid to kiss
Your serenity is on par with a thirteenth-century farmer..
But it's not your fault. It's so much more the worlds , right?
There should be band-aids for what you don't know;
whiskey breath mints so sober people can fit in at wild parties;
an insomniac's mucky pillow hanging over a narcoleptics drool cup,
the teeth of an anorexic like a white picket fence designed to keep food from trespassing.
There's so much more.
I mean, have you ever imagined the ocean is alive, and needs to tell us something important,
and the only way it can talk is by making the waves crash,
and we just lounge there, drenched in cocoa butter, on towels with crappy novels and volley ball, sipping spritzers, as the ocean uses all its strength to repeat the same warning over and over?
I think someday I'm gunna build a giant mall around the perimeter of west Berlin, and call it the Berlin mall,
and the only way to get from one side to the other is by purchasing something.
Maybe that will fix the worlds fucked up economy.
I mean, isn't it kind of odd- how you can buy a lap dance, phone sex, or blow job in a snap, but can't pay a person a dollar to just sit next to you on a park bench and hold your hand?
EDIT//
I've become scared of school.
and...
I wish I could fly.
because then I could leave everything behind in a moment.
and I'd start over new.
even if I take a vacation, everything that I tried to get away from is waiting for me when I return.
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