Off With You

Kind of. I'm in some fucked up emotional purgatory. I don't feel anything. At least for now. I've watched him cascade from up to low. He was there for it, but he was no witness. Only until he came down, & let me tell you, he came down HARD. The sky was grey then. It's grey most of the time. Grey, grey, grey. All of the termites are out there geared up for some fraternity style fuckfest. "Hey man, you holdin"? "Only if you kiss the tip"! "Fuck off"!! That's about it. The PINNACLE of culture. That's what we're here for! It ain't your god, it ain't no metaphysical, things happen for a reason, she's the one, it was meant to be type bullshit, no. FUCK. That's it. We're here to fuck. From your boss, who fucks you in the ass on your pay, to that coworker who you've been sticking it to on the sly, to that green ass 21 year old NYU student from Ann Arbor with too much money & too many bad ideas, who ends up going home with that creep from the bar with the leather jacket on who gives her so much cocaine it makes her sick & she can't scrub the guilt off for 3 days straight, that's about it. Let's all fuck ourselves into oblivion then, cause there ain't much else to do.