Mr_Fluffykins
Bluelighter
Snow, Rain, And Hail
3 hours of sleep.
Fuck it
Earl grey tea,
Fucking slippery slushy fucking roads.
Drenched, with water, slush, ice, and snow.
As well it is drenched with dirty fucking round pieces of rubber crawling at an unbelievable slow pace.
I don’t give a Fuck. This music, this music on the stereo whatever, fucking old crap, is bringing back the nostalgia of an Easter long past riding the bus back from the store after buying this album.
It blares and blares and I turn it off, ok, ok, ok NOW I feel better.
Fill up with gas, freezing cold outside isn’t it? More rain crashing down, but at least there is some sort of a roof over me at this gas station keeping me from getting soaked as I pump this expensive flammable liquid into the vehicle I am driving.
Pay then money and go, it is like a routine I’ve practiced over and over again, masking my distaste for most human contact.
THANK YOU HAVE A NICE DAY
THANK YOU HAVE A NICE DAY
THANK YOU HAVE A NICE DAY
That’s all we as people say sometimes. So why does it even matter if we say it if its just part of a routine, and how many of us hide behind masks with discontent looking out into the world and seeing a dark bleak place, with only flashes of brightness popping out from underneath all the shitty institutions in society that predetermine so many of our decisions feelings and emotions that make us just into sheep, operating in a robotic fashion.3 hours of sleep.
Fuck it
Earl grey tea,
Fucking slippery slushy fucking roads.
Drenched, with water, slush, ice, and snow.
As well it is drenched with dirty fucking round pieces of rubber crawling at an unbelievable slow pace.
I don’t give a Fuck. This music, this music on the stereo whatever, fucking old crap, is bringing back the nostalgia of an Easter long past riding the bus back from the store after buying this album.
It blares and blares and I turn it off, ok, ok, ok NOW I feel better.
Fill up with gas, freezing cold outside isn’t it? More rain crashing down, but at least there is some sort of a roof over me at this gas station keeping me from getting soaked as I pump this expensive flammable liquid into the vehicle I am driving.
Pay then money and go, it is like a routine I’ve practiced over and over again, masking my distaste for most human contact.
THANK YOU HAVE A NICE DAY
THANK YOU HAVE A NICE DAY
THANK YOU HAVE A NICE DAY
Get in to the Car and drive away, why does it feel like everybody is looking at me, peering into me. Whatever fucked it ill continue driving; Continue listening to the music; and just not think about the shit storm everything seems to be. At least driving is somewhat fun, I like this dark weather, I like this cloudiness, because I guess it just brings back all these floating flashes of memories when I had a good time while I had this exact shade of grey in the sky.
Memories Memories Memories
Some memories fade, others just get locked up other memories are there, just chilling and haunting you.
Riding on this highway, not even thinking about the cars just thinking about life, as the cars pass me by , so does my life, wasted with all the time I’ve wasted. But I still continue to drive, and I still continue to think, and I still continue to live, Even if there is Rain, Snow, and Hail.
