little and angry
so very fucking angry
nothing is perfect in this world
I was raised on cable and crockpot cooking and black beauty
learned its nothing but terror now
little and angry
big and scary
blindly into the night
with no home cooking
heart felt blunt words
little and angry
so very fucking angry
nothing is perfect in this world
I was raised on cable and crockpot cooking and black beauty
learned its nothing but terror now
little and angry
big and scary
blindly into the night
with no home cooking
My favourite words consist of loaf, agave, grotto, and fuck.
The favouritism stems from their versitality.
You can have a loaf of agave,
You can be in a grotto of fuck,
And how fucking nice does a Agave Grotto sound.
I’d swim there, I’d eat a loaf of bread there, I’d tattoo ‘Agave Grotto’ right across my chest, and show everyone with fucking pride.
I don’t give a loaf what anyone thinks about my favourite fucking words.
I’m sorry they are not words like eloquence, or opulent, or silhouette.
I guess you can have a eloquent silhouette.
And maybe the opulent shine of her eyes matched her eloquent nature.
But are these words really practical ?
No.
In real life it’s not like poetry, if you tell someone their silhouette is eloquent, all you will get is a confused look in their eyes rather than an opulent shine.
If you say ‘You look fucking nice today’ they will understand.
Life is simple.
Only if you make it simple.
Agave.