PANK SOON
And sometimes there’s nothing at all to do and most times actually there’s so much to do and I sit at home on our huge fucking expensive couch in my pajamas and spend the whole weekend thinking about the two beers in the refrigerator that I will never drink and I wear a wife beater that’s yellowed in the arm pits and I imagine myself as a fatass beer-gutted wife beater and I know I could never hurt you so I decide to never marry you and I know you’ll understand when we take a good weekend alone and I don’t spend any time at all on my knee whispering tears while the sky melts, while the sky becomes the thoughts you see when you close your eyes at night thinking I WILL ALWAYS BE ALL ALONE LIKE COOKING WINE.
