This is adore you:
1. I don’t want to make one fricken $ off what I do now or forever. I work for my bacon.
2. I don’t want my face on something. I don’t want my words on something. Whatever I own at this point, then I might give it to you at this or some point, heck I might have already given it for your use at any point, given credit or not, I don’t know, I don’t care, and I’m not thinking about it until tomorrow, the next day, or never. I don’t know. I don’t care, and I’m not thinking about it sometimes not now or forever or never or now. I don’t care, go back to #1 or not, I don’t care.
3. I really, really love you, but not in a creepy way. If this is creepy to you, get professional help, or not, they can’t help anyway, but you don’t need help.
4. I love you.
So, I’m going to write down a few other things here.
Click the label WEEKEND0 in the list (below this?) if you want to see everything from this weekend.
Let me restate:
I AM LYING WHEN I SAY I’M A LIAR.
I AM TELLING YOU STRAIGHT UP AND OUT (THANK YOU, MAM) THAT I AM TRYING TO MANIPULATE YOU INTO PAYING ME WHAT’S MINE. JOE GOT TO GET PAID, BITCH.
THIS IS ALL A TRICK. I’M RIGHT BEHIND YOU.
MADE YOU LOOK
I DO LOVE YOU AND I DO NOT LIE TO MYSELF, TO YOU, TO GOD (HE’S IMAGINARY), OR IMAGINARY PEOPLE.
I LOVE YOU.
NO, GO TAKE A NAP, KISS YOUR BABIES, MAKE A BABY, MAKE A SANDWICH. PLAY OUTSIDE, INSIDE YOURSELF, INSIDE YOUR FRIEND, INSIDE A DOUGHNUT, INSIDE THE UNIVERSE (YOU CAN’T LEAVE ANYWAY, I’VE TRIED, WE’RE (NOT) ALONE ANYWAY).
THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE, IT’S IN HERE, IT’S IN THERE, IT DOESN’T MATTER WHERE, BECAUSE WE’RE ALL HERE, WE’RE ALL THERE, WE’RE ALL IN HERE AND WE’RE ALL OUT THERE, NOW, AND FOREVER MORE.
PEACE, BECAUSE THAT’S ALL THERE IS, IT’S A MATTER OF PERSPECTIVE, BUT YOU’RE NOT A FOOL BECAUSE YOU DIDN’T ALREADY GUESS THIS YOURSELF, LIFE IS A BITCH, YOU DON’T DIE, IT’S A MATTER OF PERSPECTIVE YOU LOVELY LOVELY FOOL.
DON’T GO CHANGING, OR DO (YOUR CHOICE), I DON’T CARE IF THERE’S A SHRIMP ON THE BARBEE, A BARBIE ON THE SHRIMP, A SHRIMP IN YOUR SHRIMP AND WRAPPED WITH BACON (OR NOT).
YOU BE YOU, AND I’LL BE ME, AND WE’LL ALL BE TOGETHER.
I’m crazy. I’ve proved it time and time again. The experts agree.
Move on.
Nothing to see, it’s all been seen.
Or, it hasn’t been seen until I tell you that once you looked, what liked you, and what you thought you saw. What is it? Was it really? Was is me?
I’m an asshole, check it out, I look just like your asshole. Get a mirror, or help yourself to a friend. I don’t CARE, I just love you.
Let’s be friends (or not) — the choice is always yours.
Perhaps we could be friends and say we’re not?
Let’s not be friends but say we are?
Let’s not be friends and say we’re not?
Let’s say we don’t know who we are but we know who you are? We’re sort of sure that apples are better than oranges because we like how oranges dress? That orange was asking for apples?
I could do this all day, all week, since you were born, since I was born and perhaps until I am born.
The choice is yours.
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