Why the hell wouldn’t I eat mac and cheese?
A creamy blob of sunshine, the collaboration of
cheddar, parmesan, mozzarella, provolone
inciting a major meltdown in my mouth.
Steamed pasta wafting across my face,
Begging to be obliterated in an instant.
Because I’m a…
This is a fuck.
Penguin falls down resulting in best sound ever [x]
o m f g
tears are literally streaming down my face my life has been made
I made it! :)
love it!
Don’t count the minutes,
and the specifics
are only there to torture you,
cut you deep,
and bleed rationality.
Breathe deep, repeat
speak. She’ll arrive
with cheerful eyes
and an open smile.
Keep telling yourself.
Ladle the gracious servings
of self help
onto your pressure cooked
mashed potato brain,
and remember all
the times before
when your mind
went to war.
Quell the riots
with realization
that you
are being ridiculous,
and just in time
for you to look up,
and see her arrive.
Carrying a patterned brain wave in dogmatic adoration
If only it were false premise, the source of my frustration
In average ways the seed was set in inherently hopeful soil
As my languid inhalations brought us near, and brought me toil
My livened aspirations set to lap my inhibitions
Where I hoped to someday soon defeat my will’s chronic attrition
The vibrations in the air exchanged was yarn I hoped to weave
A curtain to hold fast and strong, maintaining my reprieve
And I refused to wear false face, a game I’ll never play
So I had no ruse, but higher news was the nature of your sway
An anomaly you seemed, a light above some sickly sea
Yet zombie clocks where dead hands walk detracted this decree
Disillusionment, that fire, which caused my brain to boil
You proved a hypocrite in will, unto yourself, a foil
The movement ceased, and so did I, and it began to rain
With a systematic sweetness my derelict dreams were drained
Currently my favorite song. It is now your favorite song.
