oh u thought this was a rabbit?
they thought this was a rabbit
that’s fucking funny bitch it’s fucking winnie the fucking pooh
yeah
yeah
fuck fourth of july
oh u thought this was a rabbit?
they thought this was a rabbit
that’s fucking funny bitch it’s fucking winnie the fucking pooh
yeah
yeah
fuck fourth of july
she took the bottle off me and said “i’m the man”. she picked the lighter up off the step, fit it in her closed fist against the neck. fingers a fulcrum, lighter a lever, she pushed it with her free hand and popped off the lid. have you ever read garden of eden? me and abbie read it once. the day she got her lip pierced. i left her lying on her back in the tattoo chair and walked across the road into a second-hand bookshop right up to the shelf and picked it up like it was a dance routine i’d practiced. we’d been talking about it for days, about wanting to read it. it was the only book of his they had. she dyed her hair white too, bleach and lightening. that was about when it all started to fall apart. it was never really that together, but that was when it went off the rails. a few days later he came to the door of the big pink house. he was on the lamb. they sat together talking in our kitchen. it was so dark in that front room. nothing in it but a rocking chair. and me, i guess, rocking.
i’m tryna get my hands on cactus sneakers
i wore a dress and make-up every day of the festival, and though the pronouns people guessed for me were wide-ranging and a psychedelic experience of their own, nothing uncomfortable happened even once. that’s nice
one big octopus
demasiado fin de semana