Mollie Must Have The T-Bird

Admittedly, the truth isn't so pretty as whatever they are selling but I would rather have real sugar than chemicals. I only know that I've never seen perfection but still understand the concept. It's hard to stay awake in a world blistering with delicious alcoholic beverages, externally beautiful people, and a nation all pointing towards some supposedly "happy" place around age 35 where we are all complete. No where in my day to day does this fairytale exist so I think I threw it out my car window with my cigarette. Instead, I think I will follow the hedonistic urges that keep my mouth in an upwardly shaped half-moon, and perhaps cause even more trouble than the evening before. I can only ask for stimulation- whether it be licked on me, spat on me, smiled, sighed or vomited on my lap. Come over here, please.