: EVERY MOMENT IS LOVELY, YES :

I haven't showered and

I am late for work because I fucked my girl before I got dressed and I didn't even wipe off my dick so I squirted Irish Tweed on my wrists, neck and chest to mask it and I squirted probably too much because my girlfriend kisses me bye and gives me the wtf face and I wait for the train and this egg-eyed man gives me the I-hate-your-race face and he is filthy and a bottle sticks its neck out of his back pocket and I realize I am the only person standing within a ten-foot radius and I catch a whiff of ass but it smells like ass and Irish Tweed and he gives me the face again but it looks more like the you-fucking-stink face and he storms off down the platform and wherever he stands in the crowd he has the radius and that motherfucker acted like I was the one who shit on his life and

the janitor fucks a corpse in the book I read last night and

people on the train are looking at me out of the corners of their eyes and the guy with the Sudoku next to me slides away as far as he can, like a couple inches, and the train is crowded and motherfuckers are giving me the radius and

I don't get excited about Fridays any more


~O~

6 x like a billion = how much I love you:

Mariana Soffer said...

Next time wear an expensive perfume, lots of it, you will still smell like shit, but thanks to a chick fragance. People will probaly end up complimenting your smell.

Fridays where never exiting to begin with, only to end it.

xTx said...

raddest post ever.
i need to read that book
we are opposite on our friday feelings.


'metter'

ty bluesmith said...

very nice

carrie said...

well-written

~otto~ said...

thankee all

Wyatt Junker said...

I don't wash after the business either. I wear the stain proudly. Its like a Rorshach.

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