jups-speaks

[jups-speaks]

drunk glass rum. imagery of music and what felt like cruising was just me losing to some idiotic game your puzzling smile...why is it so vile like a shattered tile in the middle of a perfectly organised kitchen floor that kiss that darn kiss that felt like a stab , a bullet ,or an arow that shot through me like a bliss am i a fool, for wanting to dress u up in tulle after YOU made ME the nights broken rule? rum. 23 hours and it still smells like a rotten corpse decaying underneath the sun, 23 tears and a memory that only urges me to run you instigated interractions from a billion fructions of my mind and that left it in ruptures and made its most natural functions feel like unachievable actions -WHY CANT I HAVE NORMAL REACTIONS? why does rum create worlds it cannot take back and why am i an experiment in YOUR demented game. i never asked to drink that rum...