Aaaaaaand

please let me
die
an instant death.

something hanging around in the air tonight, all day really, lucky lucky waster. sick of the party i had left alone one night at OU, halle and kate be damned and,
walked alone under the cold autumn ohio sky,
tipsy from the alcohol and
intoxicated from the buzz of autumn,
reaching my door and writing some nonsensical note about being ok and don't worry and such and such, and
no reason to my rhyme,
no purpose but that which we make.

over and over again.

in my core tonight,
all day,
feeling so incredibly happy. Happy.

Lucky waster.

ps,
stop eating mcdonalds
and
go watch supersize me.