♥ i've got it so good.
continually searching for the greatest album of all time.
vapid.
well im in line with orson wells,
this rosebud life is all i have.
whore.
we sat on a ratty blanket...and i broke grass to lick and press between my thumbs......you told me to stop that infernal racket...and unwrapped peanut butter sandwiches from sandwich bags......a picnic basket bookbag...had capri sun and your favorite cd...that one with the deranged looking rabbit with breasts on the foldout inside......and we shared those crappy little earpiece headphones i’d jacked from sam goody the week before......it wasn’t even nice out but you said the sun was shining for
us that day......i pretended I didn’t hear you so youd say it again...and laughed out loud when you did...while the ants claimed the crumbs off the white chinet plastic plates you claimed were only for special occasions......i tickled you til you punched me...
and you know what it really fuckin hurt right there on my arm......and i had a bruise to prove it...to all folks who said youd never let me show you that picnic on a budget................/who were all those people anyway/
