Thursday, October 25, 2007

Her insensitivity is LIKE A LIMP DICK IN AN ORGY

Her presence is claustrophobic

to the point of nausea

Desperation consuming; I feel like KURT COBAIN IN A ROOM FULL OF GROUPIES

I am not your doormat,

Nor is he your Cadillac,

What’s a friend when a friend’s a user,

You’re asking me to abet in your lies and deceits

It’s like asking me if you could smoke in my house

AND YES, YOU CAN SMOKE

BUT DON’T EXHALE.

Posted by rachel at 7:36 AM