tl;dr

and so i continue to daydream;
i keep my head down and my feet on the ground.

Going shopping.
wish me luck.

why would you forsake my soul
and hide the speakers, you hateful ugly man?

how am i supposed to spread the message of
"BAH HUMBUG" to the mall patrons now?

i won't pretend that i'm a great hero
a fearless conqueror or a mighty king,
but i get a few dollars for
my strong hands that work
and my tired lungs that sing.
for you i'd commit myself to a life of crime,
or i could give you my blood money and borrowed time.

little things are important.
don't forget them in the confusion.

just shut up already.

what's up, fagshorts?

you still exist?!

ha ha ha
i thought surely you'd be dead by now.

where was she when i was scraping you off the floor?