What if you ate your beloved Fish Girl?

twodee:

Snow. It’s coming. MSP.

Winter winter winter…. I want a scarf like that.

And I mean it.

And here is a giant mouth.

Am need a giant mouth.

twodee:

PEOPLE CARVING! F- YEAH. MSP.

Seven patties for less than ten dolla…

Two Dollah Nine-tee-nine

We’re all moving on… missing the homes we had to leave behind.

Crazy bitches choking the sleeping while oozing the groan of a thousand unheard suicides.
We’re fucking eating cheese sandwiches rubbing the nightmares from our eyes.
Oh god oh god oh god oh god
Sushi kissed vomit and sugar coated piss.
I’m calling but you’re not waking up.
Textualized fantasies and cold green tea.
Stupid.

“I’m dropping beats, spitting rhymes, and doing laundry: dirty clothes and broken dreams. Spin cycle. Can I borrow a band-aid for my soul? I’m 5 cents short of being a man and all out of coffee - the puzzle piece no one wants to find, but I never dance alone. Broken and outspoken, I’ll wander this city’s turntables until I’m spun out and the needle’s broke. True story. I’m everything I need, but you’re everything I want, and my blinds rustle in the breeze creeping through my window.”

Tyler MacFarlane

Promises… no matter how beautifully they’re written mean nothing when you’re willing to throw them out with last nights ruined dinner. Toss them into the garbage with tomorrow’s paper and move on but aren’t you really throwing away a piece of your soul?