.leave me (a)b(c, d)e.
at long last maybe the time has finally come for yours truly to take control of the uncontrollable.
to predict the inevitable.
to accept or expect, rather, the unexpected
ha. no seriously, fuck that.
a life infested with rats and the traps are hungry. a sea of life rafts, but the sharks are circling. and they’re desperately trying to put in their drink order before last call.
reasons not rules.
fight for your right to parlay.
if seeing is believing, ive been legally blind since 1987. but i still cant dance (and i cant sing even though i enjoy showing off my lack of talent to elevator music and commercials on the home and garden network).
so if B is for bed rest, and beestings, and boy dogs who cant keep their dick’s in their fur.
and C is for shut the fuCkup before you over stay your fuCking welCome.
then i guess i’ll B C-ing you next semester, because im Addicted to my Depression,
fuckers.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Club 27 Has Reached Capacity - F. T. Willz
ŞiirEvery poem by F. T. Willz I could find. Some of them are titled by me seeing as they didn't have any titles or dates to use as a chapter name, although every poem is definitely written by F. T. Willz. Enjoy.
