Theres know inteligant life down hear.

bonding with your houseplants by watering them from a water bottle you’ve already drank from

Brain: sleep? don’t know her. How about i replay all your regrets from the past weeks?

me, still in bed: i can’t wait to get back to bed

my politics summed up

*male writer voice* i don’t remember her name. it’s not important. i met her at a record store and she went home with me because i offered to buy her cigarettes. she had amazing perky breasts. we drank cheap whiskey and had sex three times that night and then she told me she wanted to be a dragonfly because they were free. i slept with her many times after that. but one day she stopped returning my calls and i don’t know why. that was seven years ago. on monday she got hit by a bus and died. i saw it in the newspaper so i went to her funeral and it made me sad. i don’t know why. i hate my mother even though she pays my rent while i write poetry about masturbating in the shower