Bullshit and a poem.
I’ve been listening to “R.I.P.” by Bikini Kill on repeat for about two hours now. I fucking love the song. It always makes me kind of want to cry, but in a good way…. Also, I think I may post a fucking personal ad on Yahoo, because I am pathetic… anyway, a poem:
………
It was 2 A.M.
In the morning
I had just got off of work
I was walking down the street
With a bunch of groceries
Dangling in my hands
When I heard a loud voice
Scream at me:
Hey you, come over here
In an act of pure instict
I dug my mace
Out of my pocket
And ran to my apartment
As fast as I could
Because I figured
I’d rather be safe
Than be another statistic
