connor surprises me with vegan pizza when I am sad at work because thats what boyfriends do when they arent around to give blow jobs.
love you booboo
the kind where i’ve had a really decent sleep and i wake up to my man pulling me close to his chest. sex, a healthy breakfast, a walk or drive somewhere, coffee and a cigarette, a crisp temperature with a light breeze, sunny or overcast. the beach.
december 15th 2009, i flick past this page on the photo album of time
like another day gone flushed down with the slime.
another day my dad’s drowning in wine, out of his mind.
and i wonder if albert would mind that he was bugging out,
but really i’m no one that time gives a fuck about.
i’m nobody that history knows.
just another dude spitting his flows at the traffic lights picking his nose.
and today’s another day of normal business;
another day that time gets killed with no witnesses.
another tree that falls in the woods with no listeners is of no significance
and this is what existence is.
it’s really just the luck of the draw like plucking at straws
or digging out a bucket of balls.
one dude scrubbing the floor, nothing at all
looking at another dude framed up on the wall.
it’s all kinda like a fluke that randomly happens.
really nothing more than some scattering atoms
that started with the crash of masses of gases
for no reason, but that’s the reason that it matters.
cos if there isn’t even a reason for being born
then life’s even more important than it seemed before.
so i don’t need to be adored or even ever seen at all.
either or i’m gonna be without somebody keeping score.
so it doesn’t trouble me.
i pour another cup of tea, turn the news on, watch another cat up a tree.
it’s real life puppetry.
i’m just another bumble bee getting money for some honeybuzzing,
but it doesn’t mean, it doesn’t mean nothing.
cos at the end of it all i might be finite, but so is the great wall.
shit, even the sun stops beaming its light.
so i love my meaningless life.