Ornamental/But oh, it's fuckin' painful.

[sporkandllama]

You keep mentioning change while the scenery stays exactly the same. In the midst of us, something foul, something inexcusably ferocious and seemingly terrified of its surroundings is folding over, making chemical changes in itself, eating too quickly then retching southward; where do Iyou think the easy people come from

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[anonymous]

Tucson might be my home.

I'm pretty sure that this is relatively normal.

[sporkandllama]

I've gone sour. I've expired in this town. Psychosis, alcoholism, whatever. I feel overwhelmingly disappointed with this small world I've built myself in, three licks to the center and I fucking hate tootsie rolls. It might be your home; yeah, well it might be my home too. And I might be fed up with watching people around me eat shit, waiting for my turn, waiting to watch them eat it all over again. I might be whiny and achy from the selfishness that I seem to have absorbed from the fucked up situations I told myself at puberty, square one, that I could never possibly be in and I might be a little pissed off at the slight attitude towards respectability that I've encountered.

It'd be so simple if all I were looking for was sleep.