SPIDER SPIDER PUSS PUSS
oh god i bought a dvd of the iron giant and it’s actually people smoking cigarettes to soft whispers for 43 minutes titled Hoe is het eten? which i think is dutch but i don’t know dutch i can’t let my kids watch this wtf. do you understand this? and you say google translate says it means How is the food? and i say i know i translated the english to dutch for this fiction piece goddammit.
i am unneeded i am postively and most cer4tainly unneeded by Fleetwood Mac but i need Fleetwood Mac. in the car speakers i am sung to. in the car speakers i am an optometrist and i understand everyone’s eyes and their flaws. What makes me so beautiful, I ask you. For in your eyes i’ve studied the love of orange sherbet from ice cream trucks and i do not see me anywhere in them. And you say, oh that smile do you say, you are the orange sherbet. you are the jingle of the truck and the excitement and the running out to greet a man who dislikes his job. That is amazing i say lay me down on the asphalt. drive me like modded honda hot damn i am in love.
and in this notion there is the moment between light: off and dreaming. sometimes it is long and a hassle. to get to a place to not remember it tomorrow. the bed covers torn in the middle due to a combination of a ridiculous amount of ass sweat and rustling / turning over. Let me sleep let me sleep now. legs rubbing the rough touch of the mattress where the hole is. A problem, uncomfortable, as I sleep diagonally and am now prevented from doing so.