dear the reality of a special place diary,
are there any sacred places anymore? there is so much garbage spread out everywhere, tell me a place where keeping something special actually lasts. logic does not always prevail. if you have to keep a nifty delicate trinket in a box, wrapped up in bubble wrap, inside a darkened dry closet, sometimes i think, "why have the fucking trinket?" i like shit i can throw around, durable shit. I like stuff that can take a beating and i like to punch on my friends. i don't mind keeping my favorite things packed away, so i don't have alot of friends and i'm pretty picky about the trinkets i bring home. my treasures are all packed away because of all the shit floating around these days and my concern about the garbage and shit mingling in with my treasured trinkets. i haven't figured why i always punch on my friends, i did figure out not to punch on the ones that punch me back though. i told you i am smart-uh.
are there any sacred places anymore? there is so much garbage spread out everywhere, tell me a place where keeping something special actually lasts. logic does not always prevail. if you have to keep a nifty delicate trinket in a box, wrapped up in bubble wrap, inside a darkened dry closet, sometimes i think, "why have the fucking trinket?" i like shit i can throw around, durable shit. I like stuff that can take a beating and i like to punch on my friends. i don't mind keeping my favorite things packed away, so i don't have alot of friends and i'm pretty picky about the trinkets i bring home. my treasures are all packed away because of all the shit floating around these days and my concern about the garbage and shit mingling in with my treasured trinkets. i haven't figured why i always punch on my friends, i did figure out not to punch on the ones that punch me back though. i told you i am smart-uh.
