You don’t even know me. I think I WOULD DO THIS FOREVER. I think WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THINGS GET BETTER. You see the world will probably never end. There are so many terrible things in the world. There is a library full of pressed flowers. I keep staring at your ass in maternity pants. One day you might be pregnant. One day I will buy the prettiest ring I can afford. I have so much money and I pay all my bills on time. I have so much time I break pencils in half. You might catch me alone one evening, you might find pencil pieces on the seat of your car. I think I WILL KEEP DOING THIS UNTIL THE TREES FALL DOWN. I think THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I RUN OUT OF SADNESS. I mean gasoline.
