—SOME DAYS HIGH SCHOOL NEVER ENDS

 

throw things

 

 

throw things, hit people, say what you want, scream, curse, talk shit about your friends, it’ll all end up on someone’s blog, while someone else’s blog will go, You motherfucker, you’re doing it all wrong, and you’ll try again, because getting pissed on for months is nasty business, because synthesizing motives takes a Sherlock, or the naked desire to flex, be curious, and in the end, you’ll go running on the ball, for years you will, because there’s a forgiveness gene flipping like a salmon on the dock inside of you, because faith gets ransomed somewhere, every day in the world, but you’re the only dumbass who doesn’t know it.