I want to knock Ken over with a green glass I want to hire a punk to beat up Pam I will poison your milk if you don’t leave your girlfriend.

I’m thinking about you right now and i’ve been thinking about you for days when I jerk off I see your face and I’m not going to stop writing this cause then I’ll be away from this directness this happiness this isness which is. At the same time I’m never going to have anything to do with you again. Because you, even if it is just cause of circumstances, won’t love me. This isn’t the situation. I’m being a baby as usual. There are complications. Are shades, hues, never either-or, the shades are meanings, come out, you rotten cocksucker