Why are you the way that you are? Honestly, every time I try to do something fun or exciting, you make it not that way. I hate so much about the things that you choose to be.
—Steve Carell as Michael Scott
sweating…
I’m sweating. It’s hot. I’m hot. I could be sweating because of the back pains I’ve been experiencing or it could be because I insist on popping Percocet and pouring several bottles of beer right after the tiny pills. It’s the least I could do.
The Yankees game is on. The Flying Burritos are on. The room moves slowly in a circular motion like a carnival ride that’s just about to get the fuck going. Soon the room will spin out of control and contort my face and make it just about impossible to do anything but take my last pee and head to bed, not necessarily in that order.
wants
I want to lick you
like sweet cream
from a bowl…
I want to drink you
like a cold beer on
a hot sticky day…
I want to devour you
like the last bite
of delicious apple pie…
I want to ride you
like the scariest ride
at an amusement park…
and when I’m finally
done, and you lay
shivering and sated,
I want you to want
me to do it again…
Goodness gracious I love them.
People think love is an emotion. Love is good sense.
—Ken Kesey (via wichmanart)