a blown boy

hate is okay. especially when it's a tuesday. life is fun when it's the cool things which go about the day to one. it sucks when you step on an icky thing and gets you no choice but to go to bed pissed. hate.

hate is a thing of the past when it's wednesday. the next day is okay. until it sucks about lunch. you know, one gets to call you to say a nice thing. then you don't get it. laugh at it. then weep. it's a date which cannot be. ahhh, a lot nice, isn't it?

you get to be cute weekends. i think it's the big bag law. things explode. it's the sky. then it falls.

the attack of the bunnies in school clothes. one's eyes say it all. life is cute when one is cool. so hate. i could not fall in feelings though sundays.


when i pass places of faith i always think, " when's the wedding?" next date please. hate all. it's the clothes and the sun which i think is so detailed enough to see when i get to be in bed.

how's the sky, people?