something for the rag and bone man.
i think he would have appreciated it more.
Acid tongue. Venom words. Don't infect me with your poison.
Woman/Girls in general do not, I repeat, DO NOT appreciate what is done for them. Why don't you just let me know how many people in your bloody office want snacks? I'll queue up for another 3 hours, and wait almost another 3 to finally pass you stuff?
Patience? HA!, that's called fucking Stupidity. Take a cab waiting for your damn bloody sms. "Sorry i was having discussions." Woah! Holy crap. It's alright, i'll wait for you to bother replying. I don't really have a life, and i'm a fucking loser. Yeah. I'll sit at the bus stop. How exciting. Whooopdidooo!
Hungry, lonely, tired. Well who cares, i thought i could make your fucking days. But guess what, i don't care anymore. Yeah, with two jiggles of a jack rabbits ass, i don't give a damn. I will not talk to you. And i don't want to. It doesn't matter how busy you are, if you wanted to give me something more than a thanks, you can and will. But work rules! I was lazy to fucking queue, but i wanted to do it so damn badly. Thanks a lot.
"Oh I'll give you a hug when I'm back." HAHA! What?! Like that'll be totally rad! Fuck hugs, and group hugs and whatever. I don't need that shit. Just. Disappear. I'll continue to wait for you to bother calling in the wee hours. I'll wait, and wait and wait. Like a butterfly in a hurricane.
To top it all of, I actually bothered thinking about it. If i did it without thinking it would be cool. But i wanted to do it. A 6-hour wait is just 5 hours and 59 minutes too long.
i don't need a ticket with anything nice. i don't really fucking care. just go. work. work. work. yes, i'm childish. but i have a right to be.
Kenneth was right. Who needs them when it's just the three of us. Screw you. And you too.
all i do is, build sandcastles and kick them. i wish i could stop doing that. maybe i don't want to.
may pretty horses come to you as you sleep.
who needs sleep when you've got Radiohead. Thom Yorke. lyrical genius.
Acid tongue. Venom words. Don't infect me with your poison.
Woman/Girls in general do not, I repeat, DO NOT appreciate what is done for them. Why don't you just let me know how many people in your bloody office want snacks? I'll queue up for another 3 hours, and wait almost another 3 to finally pass you stuff?
Patience? HA!, that's called fucking Stupidity. Take a cab waiting for your damn bloody sms. "Sorry i was having discussions." Woah! Holy crap. It's alright, i'll wait for you to bother replying. I don't really have a life, and i'm a fucking loser. Yeah. I'll sit at the bus stop. How exciting. Whooopdidooo!
Hungry, lonely, tired. Well who cares, i thought i could make your fucking days. But guess what, i don't care anymore. Yeah, with two jiggles of a jack rabbits ass, i don't give a damn. I will not talk to you. And i don't want to. It doesn't matter how busy you are, if you wanted to give me something more than a thanks, you can and will. But work rules! I was lazy to fucking queue, but i wanted to do it so damn badly. Thanks a lot.
"Oh I'll give you a hug when I'm back." HAHA! What?! Like that'll be totally rad! Fuck hugs, and group hugs and whatever. I don't need that shit. Just. Disappear. I'll continue to wait for you to bother calling in the wee hours. I'll wait, and wait and wait. Like a butterfly in a hurricane.
To top it all of, I actually bothered thinking about it. If i did it without thinking it would be cool. But i wanted to do it. A 6-hour wait is just 5 hours and 59 minutes too long.
i don't need a ticket with anything nice. i don't really fucking care. just go. work. work. work. yes, i'm childish. but i have a right to be.
Kenneth was right. Who needs them when it's just the three of us. Screw you. And you too.
all i do is, build sandcastles and kick them. i wish i could stop doing that. maybe i don't want to.
may pretty horses come to you as you sleep.
who needs sleep when you've got Radiohead. Thom Yorke. lyrical genius.
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