i hope it was as good as mine...

people talk too much... their lips flapping away as their jaws bounce up and down, tongue wagging like a happy puppy's tail. their verbal diarrhea splattered all over. skid marks of society strewn all over my fucking threads... but hey, thats ok, i don't do my own washing and my drycleaners are efficient. what they tend to forget, is that sometimes you can't always take back what you've put out. its out there, in the naked open. where's the naked open? just a left and two skips away. who the fuck cares? its there, you'll eventually bump into it. just don't get lost... or do.
words left standing alone, followed by no course of affirmative action.
tasteless, indifferent, unattractive.
senseless continuance disrupted, brought to halt.
tuning out, readjusting frequency.
if the glove fits, amputate.
i deserve more and want nothing less.

who do i have to fuck to get things done right?