Thursday, January 8, 2009

God, Jesus, fuck.
Shit, fuck, Christ.

WHAT DO YOU WANT
ME TO FUCKING SAY?

Do you want me to tell you that I don't know
what to do? Is that what you want me to tell
you? Because I fucking will if that's what
you need to hear. I'm trying to be honest with
you, but you have to give me direction. I don't
have a fucking solution for this shit. I don't
have help that you're not too fucking proud to
take. I don't have anything to give you is
the bottom line.

3 comments:

Ms. Danni said...

i've always wanted to just go in some random house and just demolish everything inside with a baseball bat.

people think i'm crazy, but i now see i'm not.

:]

grinning mouths said...

Wanton destruction inside your own house is anti-climatic. No soundtrack, no slow motion. Just a mess to clean up afterwards.

Somebody elses house, on the other hand . . . oh baby. I like where this is headed.

imbrilliant said...

Well, Danni, don't be so quick
to dismiss it. You never know,
maybe we're both crazy?

Wait, did I say both? I meant
all three of us might be crazy.

:]