I might just be here till close
A wolf, I blow the whole house down
I might just keep my old clothes, when I'm up
Just to remind to not come down
I wake up at the sun down
from like 5, not just one town.
I like snap backs as my crown
Fuck, I'm gonna have to come back to this one
Don't forget to collect the doubles
Guess I gotta wait I gotta owe em
I wanna meet your producer
I only use him for two things
The first one was training my toothless
Simpletons get ditched for
this is something I don't understand
It's been baffling my mind.
It really does blow my mind
Every single time she uses the toilet
Every single fucking time.
no matter how clean it is.
No matter how much BLEACH I use.
Because every time she uses the toilet
It smells like a goddamn public restroom
Not just a public restroom
A GODDAMN public restroom.
Like, a public restroom that is GODDAMNED.
I don't even say bless you when she sneezes
She's always snorting in her fucking mucous and coughing, anyway.
The bitch is like a walking fucking disease.
When she sneezes I can't even bring myself to say “bless you” when she sneezes.
Because I say “bless you” to random strangers in the train.
Granted, I don't have to live with strangers in the train.
But my point is, I'm a pretty easy going, polite and well mannered person
When she sneezes, instead of saying “bless you” out loud to her, I think instead quietly to myself and my God
Because I am praying every moment of every day that God hears my prayers and comes up with some kind of conventional way to swiftly and mercifully change this situation I'm in that has lead to me being around her.
Her demon is big and gross,
She brings like a fucking shadow with her when she walks in the room that just coughs and snorts mucous.
But the grossest thing about her
Because every single fucking time she uses the toilet
It srmells like a public restroom.
It doesn't just smell like a dirty pussy
It doesn't even smell like the stinkiest kissy in the world—
It doesn't just smell like one pussy at all!
It smells like a PUBLIC RESTROOM.
It smells as if MULTIPLE PEOPLE have used this toilet repeatedly without it ever having been cleaned
“This is atrocious” and kind of amazing because
It smells like a PUBLIC RESTROOM.
And not just like a regular public restroom.
Like the public restroom in a bar that got SHUT DOWN
But people still come back—
Just to use this restroom.
That's what it smells like.
I'm like…lady what the fuck lives inside you.
I will burn every last bit of sage trying to protect myself from whatever gross fucking disgusting demonic nightmare energy
You fucking gross ass—fucking lady.
I wanted to know what kind of demon this was, actually;
So. Of course I found out.
But I found out the hard way.
One day she calls out of work
Then sleeps for like 16 hours.
That's not a demon that's—
That's actually Satan you let crawl and live inside of you,
That Pusey is a whole other scenario.
So now that I know it's no big deal
It's just-you know—like—the devil
Pusssy stinkin ass bitch—
I'm already like, a whole ass psycho.
Cleaned the toilet with her summer's eve.
That should do the trick.
Imm pretty sure she's an undercover
These guys are getting pretty good
So I know the using the heater as a psychological means of torture isn't exactly ethical
But she said she likes the heat.
And her coughing and snorting is also a form of psychological torture—
She gets to live her dirty, nasty smoking ass in a sparkling clean, recently renovated hotel room
And I'll stay up all night with the lights and heater on doing what I have to do to try not to kill myself.
It's been 5 years with coughing people following me around.
It's either an extremely advanced computer system using technology controlled by the us government using cellphones as remote controls—
Or the actual, literal devil trying to make me kill myself—
Either way, it's the devil.
Cause it's a truly evil thing to have to deal with synesthesia in a world which demands our eyes and ears and punishes rather than rewards talent, only seems to seek money as a means to an end and will do just about anything to keep those who live in the lower realms in the lower realms forever and eternity—
But I've lived forever and it's been way past eternity,
I've lost everything and given up everything but my faith and my morals
My ethics are wavering on a sliding scale—
Good and bad are often just constructs.
So what's to say that if I finally seek to kill this coughing thing that's been following me since I left the only man I ever thought I truly loved that beat me into a psychotic spiral—
And what's to say what's good,
In a world where Good guys get eaten and often swallowed up?
But I also can't say “bless you” to a walking torture device—
Maybe j am still as suicidal as I always was
15 minutes to close 15 minutes to 15 minutes of fame
I took a 1 to the 5 and a candle to flame
I just want to me famous enough
That my crazy makes sense
I just want to play with The Mayor
That guy might have a hard on for me
Cause I got my heart on the windowsill
About to make a pass on the cardinals.
I been finding crosses in odd enough places to think—
And I'm not even Christian or religious at all, but
Jesus is in his way back for us,
I kinda missed my big brother
As if it matters who came first,
My 15 minutes is almost up,
I guess I turned that curse around, huh
All of my roommates have been spies,
What do you think they want
Probably just—collecting information about me
In case I decide to run for office; so they'd have something to use against me
Some dumb shit I said on a cherry bomb after my ex husband hit me.
It'd sooner kill myaelf than actually even consider politics, actually:
Because, If I run for office, someone else will kill me anyway.
Oh trust me—-that's the only certainty I've ever even seen.
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