grudge lift

hey,

yea you. im sorry i hate you so hard. let me rephrase that. im sorry i dislike you so much. but i no longer do. as of now (actually, as of april 20th) i no longer give a flying rats ass. it does me little good to think so low of you when i can just stop thinking about you altogether. it's easier for both of us. i think. wouldn't you agree? so there it is. the ax buried. beneath your bones restful sleep, my pretty. i will think of you like i think of hemorroids. only if you should pop up and bother me. but otherwise, not at all.

here's to growth.


mahogany l. browne