all those people were so annoying, like sour grape or sucking the life out of car batteries, but for all we cared, they could go drink acid and paint their ceilings a horrid shade of lime green and we would have nothing to do with them. their cars were all painted yellow and they all had yellowing teeth and they eyes showed the horrors that they masked with cheap wine and cigarettes. god, you never got why poetry was so sad and your brain conceived thoughts that ran on radio waves and white noise and pure sadness and it leaked out onto the pages and you didn't get why your poetry was so sad. the day that you realized that the stars and moon weren't there for you was heartbreaking, but you fail to realize that the sun is here for you, that we are all here for you, that this whole group of people are so honored to be your acquaintance and it's such a pleasure but you'll never here this from your grave so i guess you'll have to live another day.
