So this guy walked up to me the other evening and was all like…
Hey, Fine girl. How are you?
I don’t know whether to feel insulted or offended.
Sigh. We all had a good laugh about it afterwards, after I pointed my smartphone at my face.
Need to start doing some sit-ups
I slept in last night’s clothes
And tomorrow’s dreams
But they’re not quite what they seem
I’m very handsome at night or whenever it’s particularly dark
I’m in the mood to recieve a cheque for six hundred thousand dollars
…because killing people is illegal
Art is meant to comfort the disturbed, and disturb the comfortable
And so am I.