MI AMOR

It's raining right now. No, it's fucking hailing. This makes me happy, I've been detesting the good weather all week. It's about time the weather sympathised the situation. The below is a poem I wrote awhile ago on some random trip or another that Chad and I took. I think it was when he was finishing his web design something or other. The pink refers to the ungodly amount of pink colored cd's he has, that I was making fun of him for. I'd rather not explain anything else that's in the poem.

My friend likes pink
He's a super cool guy
Almost black hair angled over one eye
I like your sleeves, they're really big
He says to me
I think it's meant to be an innuendo
YIELD to the sign
You're welcome to what's not mine
YIELD to the sign
You'll never have what's mine
"You don't push my go fast button,"
He says to me
But that's fine, just fine
Bloody fucking swell, in fact.
I like carrots, but peas are also good
I don't think Im thinking the way I should.
YIELD to the sign
You're welcome to what's not mine
YIELD to the sign
You'll never have what's mine.
This isn't really life,
It's just what it pretends to be.
I don't really care
And I only seem to see,
But my friend really is a super cool guy
Who likes pink.

I am aware there are some people who are concerned about my well being, and I'd like to tell them that I'm not really okay, but w/e. Some people have been offended by things I've said this week, but hey, deal w/it. I don't really intend to rape peeps w/exacto knives, and if you believed I really would do this, you are an idiot. This callous morbidity is why Chad liked me, I think I'll keep it.