this past week someone said something to me that forced me to look at my situation differently. you want to know what they said? well
"we s s f and s m l"
how jacked up
or crude, vulgar and unwarrented.
like a pack of cheap cigarettes I laid wishing against all odds that what was now my now would be in fact my past.
one minute
two minutes
wow what a whoop... tada and a dallop of whip cream just for being a good boy.
silly
most of my problems seem to start with a particular letter.... this time its no different.
like moths to a flame we flicker and twist to our ultimate demise.
I wish for my own
bbq stain on my white tee shirt