Something is lacking, I’m not attracting
My boobs are not as big as I want them to be
I want 36D
Woke up. Got out of bed.
Placed the stylus of my record player onto the first Ramones record.
Blitzkrieg Bop rang out true.
I walked into the kitchen and said, “Lucy, where’s the pancakes?”
“The waffles are on the counter.”
“I wanted pancakes! Not waffles.”
“You requested waffles, sir.”
I pouted. “You’re a lousy robot Lucy.”
I quickly ate the waffles and shuffled out the door.
Got into my Flyer car.
On my way to High School I listened to ‘Turning Japanese’ by the Vindictives.
“What’s up with you, Paul?”
“Oh, the usual shit.”
S&M Airlines
Sometimes I think that the world and everything in it lacks meaning. And that blowing your mind with drugs is the only thing that has real meaning in the Universe.
