roll right the r's

to the tune of "tired of waking up tired" from the eponymous 1977 album by canadian punk icons the diodes: i'm tiiired of flirting on autopilot, flirting on autopilot, flirting on autopilot (i'm also tired). when i don't censor myself i become interesting (in small doses), and sexless. when i do censor myself, i fail miserably at censoring myself. yesterday i survived a (verbal) lynching from a random group of women. i still somewhat wish i could talk to you about it so i can feel like shit watching you shrug. i somewhat do, as they say.

turn down for what?

darling! because--

writing poetry: surprisingly complicated. much like, well.