of course i'm going to snap, it's goddamn frank sinatra.

a few unrelated lines i had written down over the past two weeks that i threw together.

i've cried

more

for roadkill

than

for kennedys.

alphabet is a box.

these creepy sixteenth century dolls

will be used

by i

to romance married french women.

poorly playing "hey there delilah"

on guitar is not the way

to get people to like you.

then murder every single person watching a reality tv show.

who i am to judge

f**k knows

but i'll do it anyway.

as sure as i see clouds out my window

i will fall

in love with sexy hipster girls

on youtube

doing ukulele covers of blink-182

songs in their bathroom.

replaced or reused.

compromise:

earth is

a flat circle.

i am the reincarnation of someone who was manically in love with marilyn monroe.

the man

in the moon

is making

me sleep

in lies.