I can tell that I still need you because,
after you got done slamming my head against the table
as a retaliation for me falling out of orbit,( I know you don’t totally understand how to hold me just yet)
the blood I looked down to see after I choked on some more
had a new shape splatter pattern,
a large oval with a hollow center,
spread out like perfectly round boot hit a colony of ants on the side walk.
I now scream your name when I want the pain to stop.
Well today has been totally fucking awful. At least I did produce the loudest fuck you face I’ve ever expressed at someone when my teacher told me that if I listened to his ideas people would like my music better. Little fucking victories.
I am going to invent an app
That allows people to submit if someone they were/are with eats ass and how frequently. So the result is a picture of the person and the likelihood that they will tongue punch the booty hole. Thank me later folks.