December 18, 2012

  • Fuck you. If you're not in my wolf pack, get out. Get out.
    I want to be in Iowa. I've never lived here. I have no idea what city this is. My apartment is a castle. Don't come in here. There's me, my cat, job, woods with sam, bar and as far as I'm concerned, that's it. I'd rather scrape my teeth out.
    I had a dream that Maddie was rich and was playing croquet and she gave me a false smile interaction. I was trying to park my car correctly and I couldn't do it. I'd rather be in Robert's bed than in the loop. I'd rather be in the basement of my old apartment freezing to death, reading about Mao, no home at all, helpless on the streets, my car getting filled with parking tickets, knowing I am not needed, not loved, not wanted then to be in the goddamn basement of my own house. I love you man, I love you cuz the only people you know in St. Louis are your roommate and me. We'll have a party like nobody else exists.