ASF

''What's it even mean?User:Serprex 16:29, May 25, 2012 (UTC)

ambiguity starts first
April sat on a flat surface

This was not right

Everything so bland. It didn't use to be like this

But she knew what was to come. This was only the momentary silence. The critical point where the derivative passed the origin

apology sought fantasy
Sorry

It's okay

No, really, sorry

I said it's okay

But you're not really saying that

I'm saying what I'm saying

...If only you'd've said that. But it wasn't okay. April wasn't sorry

It's your own fault

It's always my fault

Why don't you care? Maybe if you thought about consequences I wouldn't've had to stay the night elsewhere

It's hard

I know

It's harder than you know

Tell me about it

I don't want to talk about it

...You did, but nobody ever does. Instead you thought

You're bumming--

...Here's to bumming

--around here all day while I'm busy trying to figure out why people keep following me except you don't think anybody is and instead think I need to talk with a psychologist who'd only take notes and tell whomever it is everything I know that they don't like where you were last night when I had to camp out in the rain under a bridge to beat the fuckers who wanted to spray paint over my graffiti masterpiece that they don't understand because they can't hear the stone's needs like I do, the begging for the right kind of coat... I was never a good artist, but once I could hear my medium, it didn't matter

Nobody showed up last night

What?

Nobody showed up last night. If I hadn't been there though, they would've. They're smart. They only ever show themselves when you're not looking

I'm done. I'm done with your alleyway sicko fantasies

Here's to sicko

april september february
The months pass by