we live in a stop light
i wanna evolve into something that i dream about.
less than perfect, more than enough, the boy with the bare hands out on the field cuz he can’t find his lucky mitt and would rather feel that sting on his palms than borrow someone else’s.
i woke up and felt like a million bucks but the kind of million bucks you stole or killed someone for and maybe that truly is it, we kill to feel that million dollar feeling.
“we’re all vampires, and we own this fucking night” right?
and maybe that’s the moral of any story, we can’t stay vampires, eventually we lose our teeth (film citation). are vampires’ tonsils evil shaped too? like what the fuck are tonsils anyway? why do we have them? are they like sharks teeth where there’s rows and rows and rows and the front ones fall out. do they help us chew like last minute as the food slips away?
am i a shark?
(i just looked it up, it’s part of my immune system and protects from infections apparently. which is rather ironic because my ARE infected. where are the tonsils for my tonsils. if the defender needs defended I feel like we’re just fucked.)
so there you have it. our savior needs saved.
“if home is where the heart is then we’re all just fucked”
I’m not a shark by the way.
Still a monster though.
But then again we all participated in that little genesis.
So we should learn to reap the benefits.
i think if we just operate on the basis that you’re nothing ‘til you’re everything to someone we could make this sun of ours shine a little brighter.
every time I see an obese black girl I reference “Precious”
does that make me racist?
no that makes me real
and it’s about to get realer
that’s not a word
but neither are you
we’re winners ‘til we lose
and then we’re just on a break
diamonds diamonds bitch!
