the only words i have actually heard are "cowboy take me away".
7th grade was also the grade i wrote the poem about-
-giant pile of cum
-lady had ebola virus. it was eating her from the inside out, or something.
it was relaxing and calm but i didn't like it.
nothing fell out.
"blessed" by elton john.
it is making me tired.
i have no idea what this song is about.
2001, 2000.
weirdish.
"meet virginia", do you know that song?
it's the bomb song.

i can actually understand
dreaming about a girl
seen her but never met her.
i get confused really easily.
look at.
give that shit to people.
bums would be turning it down.
i wanna get drunk.
not that bad.
here's what i find interesting about people:
others, slutty, preppy and freakish.
everything about people is interesting. none of it is really bad.

this music video sucks so bad.
other times he is the center of attention.
underwater.
does it say the title of the song?
i didn't write it.
he's definitely good at pretending to be gay.
when people like that come out of the closet-
ok.
cool.
everyone knows someone's gay but they don't know.
how do you not know?
they don't even understand.
oh my god.
i didn't do it.
i did, it's ok.
well i didn't.

i wanted a kitten.
she is so boring.
apparently not, not then.
before you could appreciate her.
that dick is just-
so what?
tiny balls.
fucked up little head.
disfigured.
doubles in girth.
from
here
to
here.
maybe i'm, not, like.
it looks great.
just a big tube, no definition.

is it to scale?
about as flat as a board, almost.
like a flatworm. like a coin.
sex with him sideways.
i really want to fuck up somebodie's car.
that would just be fun, dude.

"Poem" by Shelton Hatfield, Alex Geiser and Reid Watson