Starting to scab
It’s
It’s the sound of the police sirens and crime that woke me up too early in the morning…
The creaking of the shower tap that reminded me I’m am a conscious being…
The cold water splashing on my shoulders that made me shrug off bad memories of dreams I’ve dreamed during my short pathetic slumber…
The thrill of sneaking out of a home at night in a dangerous city…
The dim lights of the streets that made the early morning darkness bearable enough to hold the stars…
The rarity of a night as perfect and as clear as this that made it worthy to celebrate with my star map and a can of beer…
It’s…
I got my ma a charm bracelet.
She got offended because it had slippers as charms..
“WHY SHOULD FOOTWEAR REMIND YOU OF ME!”
But.. She is always wearing slippers! 24/7! Even when she sleeps!
I just hope she’s trolling me.
I shaved one side off.
Because… well fuck it, I can.
X marks the spot.
Ignore me as you like, for am I just shy treasure buried beneath your “oohs” and “aaahs” and twisted desires. Just another reservation and the worst investment you will ever make.
Recollection
My biology teacher once randomly told me,
“Don’t do it Omi!”
Although I still haven’t the slightest clue what he didn’t want me to do…
When I asked him what, all I received was a troll smile…
THIS FUCKING SUCKS
I NEED MY PHONE BACK.
Got mugged
Rule no 1: Leave all your shit behind on 420.
Insensible Networking
People need to stop using facebook to vent. Patterns… pointlessly amplifying frustrations in PUBLIC groups like it’s the end of the world…. mercilessly humiliating those who may or may not have been involved in insignificant and regrettable mistakes.
See something you don’t like? Confrontation can happen in the nicest way possible in which shared respect can be achieved, the same kind of respect that will make people want to COMMIT to positive change. Don’t patronize…AND don’t write an obvious rant. That stuff scars people and you will definitely end up with a foe for life. Seriously folks, growing up starts now and not during a midlife crisis in which you might feel a need to be a social “everyman” hero/obnoxious loser.
If you feel annoyed reading this, I guess you know whats up.
So I’m “fat”…
and nothing hurts more than a genuinely obese guy creatively calling you fat. Lololol.
