Yuck.

SUN. YUCK. WHAT THE FUCK.
GOTTA GOTTA GET THE HELL
BACK ON THE ROAD TO AS
FAR WEST AS I CAN POSSIBLY
BE. GOD DAMN YOUR WEEK-
END PLANS JUST HURRY HOM
E TO ME. CANT WAIT TO TAP
MY BRAINS. CANT WAIT TO
SHUT UP AND GET OUT AND
IMAGINE THAT I'LL NEVER
COME BACK. CANT WAIT TO
TURN IT ALL OFF AND MESS
ABOUT LIKE HAIR THAT'S
BEEN FOOLIN AROUND WITH
PROMISCUOUS PILLOWS.
BE IT. ONLY IT. ALL OF IT.