a t-shirt BEGGIN to be printed
keep it up and my heads going
to explode
ask yourself:
you wanna die of the shrapnel from my skull
2050, Tuesday, 3 6.
14
uttered in a Von’s parking lot after
traipsing out after gal whose red t-shirt read:
“I just can’t
take it anymore”
and she looked it
in her face
posture
and gait
