the odeI sing to the family vacations, dragging children away from technology and modern convenience. I sing to early morning reveille, five-thirty in the morning wake up calls and deliberately unplugged alarm clocks, red faces perpetually blinking midnight in the hopes of sleeping in. I sing to the car ride, packing in suitcases of things we will never wear like cement between passengers; and to the sunbaked smell of the dashboard on the hottest day in the summer. I sing to destinations unknown to the sleeping children, to the carsick-but-still-reading children, to the whiner in the back.the ode
I sing to pit stops, to the saccharine-sweet s
benoit has arrived.
you live your fucking life by your dick. grow the fuck up asswhole.
and then i could tap that shit like notorious B.I.G. would do
<3
--
...Kristal...
"Dying
is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well"
~Sylvia Plath
i never even said anything to you before, what the hell is up yo?
well when you randomly post a rude comment....I believe I have the right...and please don't go around calling the female species 'bitch'....you'll get no where in life if you do.
<3
--
...Kristal...
"Dying
is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well"
~Sylvia Plath
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