Ypsi-Daisy

People kept saying, where did you get/meet her? As if something was wrong with me. I just tried to ignore the jabs. I felt talked down to. I accepted his view of me so deeply that it felt that everyone thought the same. What are you doing with her? As far as I can see, Jeff hated me. I think he wanted to watch me die. Or I didn't register to him as an individual. Derrick kept the painting he bought from me because he said I'd kill Jeff and be famous. I had no real urge to wipe the world of scourge and I already experienced jail for 11 years. I ate the cock meat sandwich. JS wouldn't touch me. He gave Wade's mom a hug and I offered one to him. I think that particular rejection pushed me overboard. I was out with the boys and all was right. Music, puppetry, Wade's mouth was shut. Jeff was drunk and pulling me toward a dumpster. Fuck me behind this dumpster. I'm like, there's a band. I never see live music and the carnivalesque anymore. Please stop ripping my home from me. He stripped away my love for everything. Made feeling a crime. It felt like the world purposely tripped me up. As if I everywhere I stepped there was a wrenching redirect. He said the next time he sees me he's going to slap my face. 2012/2013 end of the world and blah blah, blah great technique for a trip up. I guess I learned how to do it but I'm having too much fun to start fucking people over.