never trust a dance teacher
and the fruit fly rarely eats the fruit
— http://twitter.com/extimacy/status/832658717736857601 (via slavoj–zizek)
I enjoy the (rhetorical) question, how much wasabi is too much wasabi? Because it implies two things: that I enjoy the finer things in life (sushi), but at the same time enjoy masochistic hedonism.
I’d give anything to just not take anything
A butterfly flaps it’s wings
And across the world
Couples still fall apart in dim light
What’s worse?
Creating the wound
Or letting it bleed
You can’t kill something
Because you’re afraid
It will die
“I’m divorcing my wife tomorrow.”
You’ll be a great memory
Turbulent as coconuts fallen
Sullen whispers
Like a pebble under your toe
Inside your shoe
Not annoying enough to take the shoe off
You kick it to the front
But it makes its way back
Text me if there’s gelato
There’s leaders and there’s butlers
I was having a quarter life crisis and then I just went to sleep
When do you hold one accountable?
I’ve stole and been stolen from
I’ve lied and been lied to
Where does empathy trump morality
Who is held higher thy self or others
Those red lights
Go well with those purple lights
Dj all important
Smells like puke
Feels like puke
Under my feet
Hookah smoke
Between the dancing girls
I see the NBA all star game
A highlight
I’d hate to be the guy that sweeps up cigarette butts and straws and ice and drug bags and everything foul, between drunken dancing escapists, on a Friday night, Latin night I’m told
The uber home
is only 8$