you ruined ityou ruined it
eulogy remix is that what they call it nowadays but speech on stilts is fine for me or getting sick of talking about how my charismatic dictator accent arabesqued from hours away and out of someone else's throat only because your gossip telegraph is the most beautifully piercing i've ever in my like i said acting without lying never works and there's no such thing as inaniloquence as if i'm socially acceptable i told you i'm a doctor but the catch is that i just don't give a shit but would it really be ethical to sell burdens to dead words that die with dead people now the philosophists are slurring which makes
i sweari swear
it's too early and while having a pulse is what's in that doesn't make it convenient i'm not here to ruin your day but when you draw hopscotch games in the middle of knockoff rodeo drives in cities with crime filled to the brim and when has that ever been a good idea oh society don't leave me remember your sob story soapbox speech said it's strange that things change spilling trademarked sarcasm all fluent and shit as if you could make it mean something kind of how the local weatherman lies straight to your face sometimes except on sundays you told me i looked like a crucifix and i wasn't the one who ran with my dust-coated hands not l
any lessany less
yeah i know, doesn't stop me from pulling ribbons out of those vcr tapes we stole from that one guy doesn't stop me from tying them around my wrist like a little girl but hell fucking no i'm not going to remember if i don't write it down or i remember it as irrelevant and those mnemonic devices don't even fuckin' matter or would you prefer to take care of yourself no offense but i think your handwriting is broken i don't think you should care nearly as much as me and i don't think putting these cds in the sun to make fake rainbows is a good idea t
i just see the skyi just see the sky
remember ever blasting your piano ballads and waking me up asking me to paint your face like at the carnival at three in the morning because you forgot how to sleep and you called me your artistic half that you've always hated what your parents forced you into shoved a paintbrush in my hand and closed my broken fingers around it putting tape on my mouth and telling me to talk for myself from now on but i didn't paint like you said i should i drew what we wished for at 11:13 pm because we've always been two minutes late for everything erased all those little line gr
| My name is Nerissa. I write. I'm not very good at it. |
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It's nobody's business what's in my cup, what's in your cup, what's in their cup. It's your cup, drink it. Fuck you, and whatever was in my cup, I'm going to keep drinking it. Suck my dick, and my cup. - Lil Wayne
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