to find my dad's gun

puberty

tO GO HOME SO i CAN HAVE A DRINK.

some chick

Joe to come online so we can have sex today

the notion of romance to wilter away under the heat of my laser stare

For him to "pop the question"

food

I'm waiting for my mother to return.

The Apocalypse

searching

childhood

Watching England get stuffed by the 'Boks.

nothing

eating raisins

musing over the non-existent

living life

lying down

I'm killing time.

Pretending I love God

i wont die today

baby-adult

I'll go without

not surprised

I'll go hit on my neighbor

human beings will just continue to get high torturing themselves and this site continues to flouris

keep living

then i'll be hungry

I'll starve.

I'll be ok I guess