none of the shit I writes is about you; it's about expunging the darkness. Maybe it'll help you expunge your darkness; maybe it'll exacerbate your darknesses. If it does encourage the darkness, that's not what I meant, that's not what I meant at all.
I will have to wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled, then.
I will have to eats a peach or the peach'll eat me.
Everyone will come & go.
I'll let them cos I just don't give a fuck and there's no love song for me & there's no love song for Homegirl; but I'm not feeling sorry for myself.
Poor Homegirl, tho.
She's been too much around the darkness; she's been left in the darkness for a while and the only flash of light in the darkness's been an ex-Marine. The ex-Marine liked strippers and cunts and pinball and Oasis, and was a hipster before there were American hipsters and Homegirl ate that shit up.
There are no mermaids where hipsters are involved.
There is Homegirl and darkness & neither's singing each to each.
& that's it; & that's all.