13 Fugazi Songs and I Am Still Unconscious
Dear Late Night Licker,
Did you steal my glasses? My book is on the floor. . .did I drool on it?. . .let's not talk about it. I don't know where my highlighter is, but it's 5 AM and my light is still on and I've listened to three albums without knowing it. Let's go to bed--light off, alarm set, blanket adjusted, and you on my bosom. I can't breath, you weigh too much, and you won't stop licking my face. Get the fuck out of my room.
Love when I feel like it,
- The Bitch who Buys You Food
Did you steal my glasses? My book is on the floor. . .did I drool on it?. . .let's not talk about it. I don't know where my highlighter is, but it's 5 AM and my light is still on and I've listened to three albums without knowing it. Let's go to bed--light off, alarm set, blanket adjusted, and you on my bosom. I can't breath, you weigh too much, and you won't stop licking my face. Get the fuck out of my room.
Love when I feel like it,
- The Bitch who Buys You Food
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