Conclusions

I miss home, but don't know where it is
anymore

There are certain(ties that cannot be put into words,)
conversations i do not know how to have;
like math class in 7th grade and my teacher stressing it's
not enough to know the result
but i still cannot show you how i got to the outcome

Feelings

one size for all;
like a sweater that just won't fit

omnia mea mecum porto

I can't live in this castle
The halls are hollow
your whispers echo
Everything's so big,
won't fit in a pocket
not even your hands

A room is enough
The walls like arms
holding on tight
won't let go
of your hands


won't fit in a pocket
not even your hands

Why am fone?

The worst thing about life after you turn 18 is probably owning a (cell) phone. The flow of people trying to sell you shit never fucking stops.

No, I take that back. You can make it worse.

You can become an entrepreneur, and double the amount of shit people try selling you over the phone.

Ads online, on the street, in hockey matches (what?), underwear, socks, makeup, magazines, "health" products, you name it. Is there anything you can buy at the store anymore without someone telling you how awesome it is?

Oh, yes there is, but remember to bring your ID with you, because you probably don't look old enough to buy that carton of milk. However, if you decide to save time and shove your ID in the clerk's face, they're not going to want to see it.

The fact that anyone is looking forward to this baffles me. And every time I answer the phone, I wish I hadn't.

History

chester: its mostly about oppressing women
i love history
fuck you're shit
why do you think i love old pictures?
so i can masturbate to my garndma when she was younger?
you sick fuck