With the pollen count too damn high.
I seek shelter in my air conditioned home, and hide.
Allergies be fucking debilitating this year, My eyes are struggling to open.
Just looking forward to summer, it will be here soon, here's to hoping.
But I have to admit I am digging these evening walks.
Around my neighborhood, I hear all the talk.
So and so mowed over the property line.
Most days I don’t notice my thoughts are on something much higher, Borderline Devine.
Always cleaning off the pollen from my camera lens.
Getting sick of sitting in all this luxury car traffic: BMW and Mercedes Benz.
My janky ass mini pushing is almost 15 yrs old.
Could be considered a classic car soon, little black bread mold.
A record collection and a whole library I really do not want to move.
And all the sex toys under my bed, I know that you said you did not approve.
I would liquidate everything, aside from all my plants.
Cause I am getting really sick of the same sneers and scenery, why is everyone trying to get into my pants.
People seem to be divided on this one but I’ll just say it:
I don't understand casual dating, my energy is too precious to haphazardly transmit.
I think it’s great if you want to play the field, but these days it’s looking like a wasteland.
With responses to texts so slow, what is this 2000 something am I hooked into the broadband? [ MOM, I AM ON THE PHONE!]
As much as I like the attention, this shit is distracting.
I am trying to build a fucking empire, why is it always torn apart people that I am attracting?
Broken can be beautiful, but I am not trying to put together another person’s puzzle.
Delusions, shaken up with uncertainty, strain into a heart shaped glass, That is the Involuntary Muscle.
But back to spring, shit yeah damn people are so horny.
If going out for dinner translates to I want to bang on our first encounter, I am bringing my attorney.
I am just floored with how tacky some people can be.
I doubt things will get a bit better as time goes on, two more months till I am thirty.
Lately I haven’t been sleeping the best, but apparently 3 AM is the perfect time for digital harassment.
Makes me lose all hope for humanity, I blue thumbs up all their advancements.
Honestly at this point I get more pleasure from myself.
Because I am the only one that fucks me over, its a Thing-In-Itself.