One day I fell in deep like with “to blow” some bubbles on the thick green patch of lawn at my disposal at school
Unfortunately, for the bubbles and I when I blow them they burst in my eyes.
The next day I blew bubbles in spite of the whites of my red and irritated eyes.
The following day it rained and a depression shot downwards into my spinal cord as cold and as quick as life matters.
I picked up my bubble paraphernalia; I blow bubbles because I’m on this earth to do exactly that.
Not to blow bubbles asshole, but to repeat the same mistake–with every implication of insanity
Again and over again–if only I shit rainbows or ate razor blades–I blow bubbles with each one to burst in my eye.
Like I said, repeat the same mistake and fuck myself parallel. Got it?
Picture: Gabrielle Rossetti “FlamingJune” So sumptuous.