The Relative Perception of Example
The relative perception of example; what does that mean to you?
do this and i’ll love you.
1:Are you a virgin?
2:What are you majoring in?
3:What’s your sexual orientation?
STRAIGHT WITH A CURVE
4:Are you crushing on anyone?
MAYBE IDK YET If so, who? THIS GIRL WITH ARMS AND LEGS :P
5:What’s the cutest thing someone’s ever done for you?
6:What are the top five places you wish you could go before you die?
IRELAND, GREECE, JAPAN, EGYPT, WHERE EVER MY HEART TAKES ME
7:What was the scariest moment of your life?
THE DAY I WAS BORN.
8:If you could take something back that you said or did, what would it be?
I SURE THERE’S SOMETHING BUT I CAN’T SO IM NOT GUNNA STRESS.
9:Do you think that the person who sent you this number was cute?
10:If you had to name three important details about you, what would you say?
ONE: IM LOUD
TWO:IM KIND OF AN ASSHOLE SOMETIMES
THREE: YOU GAIN MY TRUST AND LOVE I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER.
11:Are you allergic to anything? THE PENICILLIN FAMILY
12:Have you ever been in love? YES If so, are you still in love? IDK I COULDNT SAY
13:Do you like sports?
FOOTBALL AND GOLF ARE FUN TO PLAY
14:What are four things you can’t live without and why?
AIR, WATER, FOOD, SKIN
ID SUFFOCATE, ID DEHYDRATE, ID STARVE, AND ID BE GROSS LOOKING.
15:Do you have a facebook?
16:What do you like to do in your spare time?
MASTICATE, MASTURBATE, SING, DANCE. SIT, STAND, MUSIC, FOOD, COMPUTER, PORN
17:What are your biggest fears?
FEAR AND ME
18:What are two of your biggest weaknesses?
19:What are your three biggest insecurities?
BIG, BIGGER, BIGGEST
20:If you could write anonymous letters to three people, who would you send it to and what would you say?
WELL THATS NOT VERY ANONYMOUS IS IT?
I feel like talking about something… Ugh… Im so ugh… well lets just go for it… The moment you crawl back in the ground the spiders skitter all over your skin. They spin their webs of delusion among those dark dank thoughts you’ve buried deep. When your heart sick below the seas, let it drown to experience the cannonball crash… The ocean floor holds a secret like every soul. tonight I felt a plain grey, staggered and flattered. Those diaries cut the corners of my fingers, The pencil snaps with drag. desperate lives float in my mind, taking color, shape with gallons of paint. The playground turns palace. Endless gales like a man lost in his own design. Endless mirrors like a woman taken by surprise, her guilt of insularity. Somewhere in my lair of logic, books have flown, scattered and shredded, blood-ridden and covered. The walls bent and boarded, busted and broken. now in the purer sense of all this, I scream “Listen to me” where am I? what the fuck does this mean? how can I deny what i already know…