You can be out-the-door outrageous, Im not really in the mood to argue.
At this point!? Well to be short I want to call a snare-factory, text my measurements, log onto their website and add the expiring date on my VISA card to my online-buyers-profile, - Taking the safest way possible while making my last transaction of money…

But… Moving on a bit to where we started,,, I guess it´s your lack of understanding me in my darkest hour,,, that tear you thought were fake, and that touch you thought was great was really nothing like that… it was all fake,,, because your lack of understanding me in my darkest hour, I mean honestly – Behind your picked fence, I´l bet you had some reeeaaallly scary shit going On, ON and off, I like to think of myself as misplaced,,, knowing where to go from each character though, but as a turtle in the dessert and as a star in the sky,, when in fact, it should be in your eyes. I´am misplaced.
Gambling in the library to find my winning lotto-book to find just ONE word in there to which I could relate to and feel happy about, In that moment, when I FIND THAT WORD…


I HOPE I wrote a digit wrong as I paid online so that my order did´nt go though and the quiet end of shopping my first owned snare would never again be as delightful as it has been before…
And when I do find that masterpiece of a word that will break my chains of anxiety, my heavy packing, my champagne sorrows, and the tight grip around my godforsaken soul will be released.

At that point!? I would go to a park where there were homeless people and hand out old Sheppard-dogs, in other words, HERE is trust at it´s purest form! Not use to that, huh?

I would go into chatrooms named…. Candy!, with a profile picture of the hottest girl you´ve ever seen, just to get that kind of attention I am worth… Maybe in a different kind of way though, but it´s the thought that counts, right?

I would buy two packs of gum every time I shop, just because of the fact that I like sharing to strangers around me on the bus, the subway… Besides those times I shared one extra for myself, you know, I can do that, I Own that bubblegum factory! That’s why it´s kind of weird that I keep buying them at the 7/11 when I can just get them for free…
I guess I just like to see that clerk, and I know what your thinking of right now , but this is not just any clerk… He´s bald, way to old to be working at a 7/11, and WAY to cool to be working at a 7/11
He´s that kind of person that smashes human emotion right in your face, no way to block it, in just that moment – when i walked out of the store, with a smile on my face, I felt happiness.
But really, if that transaction went wrong and I saved that $239 dollars worth of snares… MAN… ..

I would hire people just to hang out in the old-folks-home, playing cards, listen to stories , saying: NO more will you be neglected! My workers will be the lovely grandchildren they wish they had. No way they would be scared of dying with their newfound and loving grandson by their side, whispering: I got your back.

I would wait patiently in line to the store where they have a sale on hugs, just to get a few extra, Hell, if I got enough hugs right now, I´ll store them in my wine cellar, take them out 12 years from now, and smile as I pop a bottle of vintage hugs, and in that moment, I’m happy.