Because It's Better To Be Irrational With Me Than Rational With Someone Else ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - Im on the road with stan, on the road to the conference. The "awesome mix" he made is of his favorite heavy metal with tons of love songs stuck in between. He sings along, quietly, to the love songs. In the window, in the reflection, I can see him looking at me as he sings them. If he doesn't stop, I will lose the last of my nerves, make him pull over, and rape his mouth. Then, fuck our semi-professionalism. Omg! Beastie boys! Okay so if I never write back again, this is what most likely happened: I blew his brains out (not in the homicidal way), then he threw me out of the car, and I was eaten by the rodents as my dead body decayed in some remote ditch. Or I got engaged to stan and we went off the grid. 4:56 p.m. - August 22, 2010 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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