Warning: This will be apathetic, badly written, and who gives a fuck. It's the 5th.
I will remember the 5th of November. It will haunt me for the rest of my life. When I'm in the kitchen with some baby crying in the other room (assumed to be mine) I will remember it.
Today my brain awoke with what had to be a hemorrhage. I thought what might help this pain that reaches down under my spine and squeezes a few clumps of some crap inside of me, some crap that is me. Snorty. I remembered the 5th just as it happened to me. I went online and read "remember the 5th of November." Years ago it told me "he died." Snort snort snort snort.
Well last night I went out and crabbed a few bottles of something and mixed a few tablets of something and yelled at some silly hats or something. Infinity boy would have had a chuckle; fuck you if you wouldn't. A hearty two weeks late on a paper, and a grand ole shit ton of coke will be waiting on a table in some house of a few ol' pals tonight. Somewhere or something or whatnot there is a girl with Yates tat'ed to her ass and it makes me remember the 5th. I have my right to silence but I deny it. I deny it once and for all because that's what we who remember do. Time stopped, died, and had its hands shrivel on the 5; we're in no rush to awaken it.
There is a tumbling rocky crevice in the straight jaws of Scarsdale. It was founded after the 1st 5th. It was founded on tenets or something, but I guess probably not. This day is a reminder of apathy. If I could just...if I could just stop caring then the 5th would never repeat.
If for every year you graphed the level of pathetic you saw in our lives you would be sure to...shit, I don't even care to finish that sentence.
If the women who sometimes sleep in my bed knew that I just copied what I thought he might do...
When your head burns and your belly sends you running and the room is too dark to illuminate I am laughing. I don't want to laugh, I want to cry, "How can this be humanity?"
It was always a story of love. That's important. There's a girl I love, she doesn't love me. But I'm not supposed to remember that on the 5th.
Take advantage of me...please. Show me how much I can give. It's in the spirit. Rip me off, ruin my house, slap me and kiss me until I bleed. Do what you will, just bear with me on the 5th.
The roads of the country are inappropriate for today and please excuse my blaphemy, because I can't stop thinking of them. There's a tire mark on my chest. We should be in a top 5 saddest city and we should be clutching blue moons. It's important. We should have blue baths on the moon until our skin is saturated.
Oh, O, ohhhh. Mmm yes. Sam? UGHH. Caramel banquet. NAAmmmm. Jimmy Ribbon belly dance? Gimme, gimme, gimmicky signs of go. Ni! Knights that go...Home-run walk on a crotch. Blappy-kimmel sundance fest. Days of insanity pass with my chances to change. Remember. The titans?
Fudge. No. FUCKKKK. Fuck. Fuck everything.
I will remember the 5th of November. It will haunt me for the rest of my life. When I'm in the kitchen with some baby crying in the other room (assumed to be mine) I will remember it.
Today my brain awoke with what had to be a hemorrhage. I thought what might help this pain that reaches down under my spine and squeezes a few clumps of some crap inside of me, some crap that is me. Snorty. I remembered the 5th just as it happened to me. I went online and read "remember the 5th of November." Years ago it told me "he died." Snort snort snort snort.
Well last night I went out and crabbed a few bottles of something and mixed a few tablets of something and yelled at some silly hats or something. Infinity boy would have had a chuckle; fuck you if you wouldn't. A hearty two weeks late on a paper, and a grand ole shit ton of coke will be waiting on a table in some house of a few ol' pals tonight. Somewhere or something or whatnot there is a girl with Yates tat'ed to her ass and it makes me remember the 5th. I have my right to silence but I deny it. I deny it once and for all because that's what we who remember do. Time stopped, died, and had its hands shrivel on the 5; we're in no rush to awaken it.
There is a tumbling rocky crevice in the straight jaws of Scarsdale. It was founded after the 1st 5th. It was founded on tenets or something, but I guess probably not. This day is a reminder of apathy. If I could just...if I could just stop caring then the 5th would never repeat.
If for every year you graphed the level of pathetic you saw in our lives you would be sure to...shit, I don't even care to finish that sentence.
If the women who sometimes sleep in my bed knew that I just copied what I thought he might do...
When your head burns and your belly sends you running and the room is too dark to illuminate I am laughing. I don't want to laugh, I want to cry, "How can this be humanity?"
It was always a story of love. That's important. There's a girl I love, she doesn't love me. But I'm not supposed to remember that on the 5th.
Take advantage of me...please. Show me how much I can give. It's in the spirit. Rip me off, ruin my house, slap me and kiss me until I bleed. Do what you will, just bear with me on the 5th.
The roads of the country are inappropriate for today and please excuse my blaphemy, because I can't stop thinking of them. There's a tire mark on my chest. We should be in a top 5 saddest city and we should be clutching blue moons. It's important. We should have blue baths on the moon until our skin is saturated.
Oh, O, ohhhh. Mmm yes. Sam? UGHH. Caramel banquet. NAAmmmm. Jimmy Ribbon belly dance? Gimme, gimme, gimmicky signs of go. Ni! Knights that go...Home-run walk on a crotch. Blappy-kimmel sundance fest. Days of insanity pass with my chances to change. Remember. The titans?
Fudge. No. FUCKKKK. Fuck. Fuck everything.
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