Sunday

All I am is the pain that throbs. Throb, throbs, throbbed, throbbing. My wisdom teeth are lacking wisdom but suggesting conjugation. At this moment, there is no me beyond my teeth.

Sleep. Please call. I miss you. And I'd like to give you back your things.

More like Poo-lie and Poo-lia.

I'm making a promise to myself not be attracted to anyone I don't want to have a conversation with.

Shamrock Shake-

I missed you.

Shamrock Shake-

I love you.

Shamrock Shake-

I can't be without you.

Shamrock Shake-

I drank you this weekend and I vomited you up and you got on my shoe, which is really a suede boot and I'm not sure how that's gonna come off and I really didn't want them but now I like them and don't want stains on them, and now I'm rethinking our relationship.

Shamrock Shake-

I'm going to miss you.

kmc