Piece of Shit

i hear the train go by and i love it. i miss that horn, it blows, first in tempe, then in portland, and now back here again. it even made a little funny tease toot-toot just now. beyond that, i'm bored, and i can only imagine who the next victim is right now. some would like to believe it, but i'm just not really a nice person, there's a huge crater in my soul. all i think about is how to fuck people over, and then how to fuck them; close friends excluded of course, but the rest of you, watch out. don't trust me, i am a liar, i will ruin your week. i really shouldn't be so candid about this right now, but i just don't fucking care, it really doesn't matter, i have nothing to lose. i stole from a few people tonight, i got things we needed for the house, it felt good to steal again. it's ok though, i didn't know them, and i don't steal from people i know, that's not cool. otherwise, at the moment, the things i'm doing are heinous, but i don't care to discuss them. i already look bad enough.