I found thirty-five dollars walking down toward the benches where I like to smoke my pipe. It's a road that's relatively well traveled, downtown, city, campus. My mind just exploded with a million different things as I decided to stealthily bend down, pick up the bills I saw, shove them in my back left pocket while looking around, and continue walking. The place where I smoke is in the sight line of where I picked up the money, so I made sure nobody was looking for it. But I did make sure to shove it in my pocket as stealthily as possible, so nobody would try to take it from me. I only briefly looked at it——at first, I thought it was only $25. I smoked and it nagged at me for a while. Thought about giving it to some homeless person, but then I realized that they would probably only spend it on drugs and alcohol, as cliché'd as it sounds. So I decided to keep it for myself and spend it on drugs and alcohol.
There was just one fucking word on the screen. "forever." toujours. I miss that word. There's this clawing coming right from my stomach. Sometimes it goes up——quelque fois——mais now it's just going out. Well, no, not anymore. Fuck her. Always clawing. Sometimes I can think about her. Sometimes I can't. Sometimes I miss her. Sometimes I don't. Quelque fois. I only want to remember the bad times. I want to forget about sex. I want to be happy. Not this bullshit. Not this clawing. Anyway. That one word, on the screen. Good god damn how it gripped me. Made me shiver. toujours. forever.
I'm trying as desperately as possible to cram all of this French into my head. SOUVENT GREEN IS OFTEN PEOPLE! Waving hand motion. Thinking of these French words makes the clawing continue. You know, the ones you used to say. Bitch. Just dragging down toward the ground like my eyestalks wanting to show the world that I don't sleep as much as I should and now my head hearts from where I smacked it in rage and hit it a bit too hard with my ring. Good god damn I need to do some woodshedding and just feel okay.
Yeah, I'm sitting outside the library, mostly because I have my badass fucking laptop and my hair which has grown way too fucking long and my tea from Starbucks and my jive fucking Ray Bans and my Urban Outfitters t which makes me look like a sexy beast. That vain.
There was just one fucking word on the screen. "forever." toujours. I miss that word. There's this clawing coming right from my stomach. Sometimes it goes up——quelque fois——mais now it's just going out. Well, no, not anymore. Fuck her. Always clawing. Sometimes I can think about her. Sometimes I can't. Sometimes I miss her. Sometimes I don't. Quelque fois. I only want to remember the bad times. I want to forget about sex. I want to be happy. Not this bullshit. Not this clawing. Anyway. That one word, on the screen. Good god damn how it gripped me. Made me shiver. toujours. forever.
I'm trying as desperately as possible to cram all of this French into my head. SOUVENT GREEN IS OFTEN PEOPLE! Waving hand motion. Thinking of these French words makes the clawing continue. You know, the ones you used to say. Bitch. Just dragging down toward the ground like my eyestalks wanting to show the world that I don't sleep as much as I should and now my head hearts from where I smacked it in rage and hit it a bit too hard with my ring. Good god damn I need to do some woodshedding and just feel okay.
Yeah, I'm sitting outside the library, mostly because I have my badass fucking laptop and my hair which has grown way too fucking long and my tea from Starbucks and my jive fucking Ray Bans and my Urban Outfitters t which makes me look like a sexy beast. That vain.
