no handlebars

lets talk about liquid. All of it, any of it.

syruppy sludge, crystal cold.
ice cubes clinking. I want it downdown!.
i want to make liquid nests. sleep and drink, drink and sleep while it goes slipping down my throat with each thirsty snore.

oh shut up. i dont need fluids. I like that name for it better. but.

oh. i dont care. i cant even start this right now. I dont want to get into it, but whats in a name? A blog, i mean? you blog it. you blogggggggggggg you gotta make up the gooood parts cuz the sad parts are prettiest.

Im thinking of fish bowls. no fish, yuck. just a place to stick your head into. fluiddddddsssssss
you cant drown in airrrrrrrr
if you want to drown
you must have LIQUID
FLUIDSFLUIDDDDDSSSSSSSS

and careful now. FUCK FUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK

I DONT WANT A BLOG I JUST WANT SOMEONE ELSE TO MAKE UP THE GOOD PARTS