Me and You.
I spit into the ocean.
It combines with a splash of the obnoxious night sea.
I have four walls and a roof, what do you matter to me?
A fridge full of healthy food, I should have nothing to do with you.
A DVD player with Reservoir Dogs waiting to be played.
An intoxicated mind hungry to type meaningful things but nothing comes out.
Sure It would be cooler if you were here.
The table unclean from last weeks dinner.
I don’t know.
The couch imprinted with the asscheeks of friends I’ll always call my brothers stays still with a hope of being occupied by us.
It stinks in here, and you stink…
…In a nice way.
I’ll be up in the morning to kill it again.
I’ve been doing just fine…
…how about you?
AltaLoma 1:32 am
Reminding you to eat your cereal with a fork and to do your homework in the dark.