Saturday, November 1, 2008
Co Plove
Holy shit a cop will fuck your life up for a few moments. Why would I care, I'm trying to be nice and get out of the ticket the whole time I'm incredulously watching you scribble on that thing that won't let any information go, the carbon copy is thick right back to headquarters everything you're writing is showing up real-time in bright lights in some empty room filled with electric memory. Even if you wanted to I'd still get humped for a quick and greasy $200 so why am I still smiling and not spiting you in your face? Because I love humans and yes, you are a human and I love you you fucking monkey's uncle in a wigwam gestapo suit. And yes you may shoot me in the armpit stat just aim at my wallet and split the check.
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You know, sweety, you drive to damn fast, and how many speeding tickets will it take until you stop doing that? You are too busy, too stressed, give a rest for crissakes. I hate that you are paying a ticket, why don't call and plead student poverty? they prolly take mercy on you in portland for such a lifestyle.
too damn fast
give it a rest
I hate making mistakes but they are taking over my life. At least I don't have uniformed officers writing tickets my grammatical infractions.
can you believe that?
writing tickets FOR my grammatical infractions.
Maybe I type too fast for myself.
Maybe this is why a suck at wordtwist, it's just misspellings, etc.
HELP!!!!
I hear you, I'm making more mistakes these days too. Actually, no ticket for me lately, I wrote that a long time ago, and anyway it's fiction. Love ya!
I'm really glad it's fiction, but it served a purpose in my life. While I'm telling you to slow down, my excess speed is messing me up . . . .
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