Life, Death, and Nonsense

Blatant ignorance is blissfully putrid Like a decaying rodent inside a wall with maggots spewing out of a crack perfectly placed directly next to the cash register at Godfathers Pizza lol Excessively happy spraying an aerosol can of bug spray into a tiny place where you’ve wanted to live for far too long While shoving change back into smiling customers hands Showing up thirty minutes early to your shift to roll a blunt, but only to call in 25 minutes later and explain why you’re going to be a little bit late My life has been toxic since the day I smelled my death at the age of 15 I'm sure that's where I came to terms with my mortality More like the stage of awkward boners and f*cking teen spirit