Friday, July 29, 2011

Ammonia

I see why they call it p-town
The ammonic smell of piss clings to every fucking corner imaginable
Bums stacked like dominoes on 10th
One wrong move and everything falls apart

Monday, July 11, 2011

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!!
Can I please go one month without hearing someone I know is dead or dying?
Is that too much to ask
I found out a frien is in a coma
They think someone beat him
Who would want beat someone so exceedingly gentle
I never heard him say anything bad about anyone
I need to get out of this town
Sorrow is marked on me like a tatoo
To many bad merioes
I need to find a happier place asap