Why are you making all that fucking noise up there? What can one man do with so many chairs? I sat here and wrote THAT on borrowed time. Ignoring the big picture, but most days end fine. Too many big no’s, too many declines, now I’m wagging my dick at the end of the line.
You bring the worst out in me, you mean motherfucker.
Why I still go along with it is a natural wonder.
People can only try so fucking hard, for so goddamn long before anyone would let go. Forget all the fucking, you act like I’m nothing, and if you’re going to be there, I’m not coming. Too many big no’s, too many declines, now I’m wagging my dick at the end of the line.
A Few Minutes After The Last Bus