Nov
8
sometimes when i dont know what i’m doing with my life i go outside and smoke a cigarette, which does nothing but cover the inside of my mouth in a sour tasting cancer film. i want to watch anime but i dont have the patience to do it alone. my neighbors are constantly moving boxes in to and out of their house, it makes me think that they are constantly updating their decor motif. it makes me nervous. i’m playing bass in a band that sounds like a groovy version of The Goslings with aspirations to make love to Steve Albini, and my fingers are too calloused to touch girls with. waiting for a speeding lamborghini to put me out of my dripping, mutant shame.
