I’m so sad right now!

Just a shitty song.

“Fine, but please, be gentle… I’m a virgin”

Fuck that. 

Gonorrhea’s not real.

I just wanna call you babe.

I’m not sure if my suspicions are confirmed or…

What is the world to you?
Does it leave you blind—folded without a clue?
Does it make you stammer and pause?
Does it show you its fangs or simply its claws?
Does it give you a reason or shrug: “just because?”

What is the world to you?
Does it awe you with oceans blue?
Does it shade you under its plume?
Which is fragrant, through a stagnant life, so it’s as good as perfume.

What is the world to you?
Does it rob and mar without even a cue?
Does it leave you in silence and then reassemble the semblance of your mortal stew?

What is the world to you?
Is it the pot that boils the stew?

What is the world to you?

I think I’ll just go find a glory hole in some unisex bathroom somewhere.