Get Over It, He aint friggin called

Published on February 8, 2005 By propagandhi In Philosophy

Oh how good it felt to feel the buddings of Love.
How good it felt to have everything else feel less important.
How good it felt to be a slave to my heart.
How normal it feels for it all to be over.

I must have appeared so desperate and vulnerable to the budding young man.
Following him around like a dependant child.

I just hope he doesn't feel dirty or nasty.
He used me.

That's what it boils down to.
So I walk away remembering the good.
Because their was no bad.

And the wrinkled mexican that calls me his `unintended`.
I have to make excuses for.
I've been making these excuses since I was born.
I hope I'm not some disillusioned person that thinks everyone loves them.
Like Reyneisha Williams on Reno 911.
Well what is worse, Williams or Wiegel?

Don't Eat.
Food is Death.
Don't Fucking Eat.
And Don't ask for a hug next time you see the fucker.

Get over it my friend.
Get over it.

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