Fucking with everyone

I starts- the meowing. Not back for a party, unaware if my roster. 21cents. Who knew.

I feel like I tapped into something real tonight, something thoughtful. Thought provoking. 

How do I come across? Needle in my arm, reactions, everywhere. “No corn in there”

Joke with names. Little points, noticing things. Detailed. Examples: little grey areas, mystery and magic. Cards, games and guess work. Always knowing the bottom card. Drink, drink, drink, tea, tea drink.twelve o’clockx

Free bed for the night. Meals had. I talked about what made us all the same. Problems and games. Fonte, fabric the same. 

Kills me. You wear a suit, play the game and smear shit on the walls? Play bondage games, fuck two people in the same bed. But won’t do business with someone with pink hair?! Fuck you. 

And here I am wrapped up in the nerosis and hypocritical behaviour. Fatness, anger, tired, skinny, bored. Crashing into cars, hurting myself. Breaking down. Skipping what matters. 

It breaks my guarded hearts. Plugs my arteries. Bites my swelling wrists. Ancient enjoyment. Tired eyes, cups of fertile waters. Mosquitos, finding right. 

Me right, the blood-

The blood.

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