i think that i should do something once in a while to scare the shit right out of me so i'll close my eyes, sit tight in his trunk, and see where your nightmare takes us where your nightmare takes us that's a start, is it not? my middle name may as well be mundane and sure i'm resourceful, but not when it counts count me out, if i'm not asleep in the backseat, then i'm silently mouthing the words, "i don't know how to speak; my gravest apologies for wasting any time"
whenever i open my mouth, train wrecks come out i can sense a mistake from miles away, yet i make them still, i make them