A Definitive History of My Crimes on the Internet
MISNOMER MISNOMER MISNOMER It’s never been about the posting, it’s been about the seeing. Aw, here we go again! The difference of a few pounds determining if we ever speak again. Change for the people you thought you could lean on in times like these. Or just play another song now that goes like: green x-rays, cigarettes, protein bars when it used to be milk tea, 50% off “I made a good deal!,” great job everyone, she’s younger than I'll ever be now, new sounds, I don’t have sympathy for your heroin after I started using mine. sorry for making the pain about me sorry for keeping up with everything that hurts sorry for the shallow breathing sorry for the rodeo clown act I always pull this time of year sorry for kicking myself out I was afraid you were kicking me when I was down but listen, please, mask up, hospital bracelet on public transit, I won’t be embarrassed, why eat when you’re not hungry…?, guitar tones, premade sushi with no taste, her taste for sodomy, so many times now, her own sadness mixed with my really good dream, so many times all over again You weren’t cool and you never were, you weren’t cool and you never were. Say it twice like an incantation. I'm playing that song again like I'm checking the time again like I'm seeing what hurts again. I don’t need to talk about it to anyone anymore, not even you. This was a pain med soliloquy, this was written in the ER. It’s time now to kill everything inside and move on, playing a game only with yourself, and it’s not so bad, it’s not so strange, it’s not so awful. So many times, though. So many fucking times!
