Why



So you wanna know why I fucking Love you so fucking much?



Why I write all the goddamn poems?

Why I paint all the goddamn paintings?

Huh?



Why I started a band,

just to fucking sing songs I wrote about you,

on the off chance that you'd come to a show....

or at least a friend of yours would

and tell you how good it sounded?



Seriously....aren't you curious?



Why I planted all those goddamn pecan trees?

Or baked strudel, for that stupid festival,

for three days?



Or why I rebuilt that shitty old Harley,

even paying Richie to put the passenger saddle and pegs on,

because I was afraid I would fuck it up and you'd fall off?



Do you think this is normal for me?



Wanna know why I clawed my way through grad school

to get a decent job, t

o earn three times what I need,

in case we end up

together,

again,

and you wanted to finish your education?



Or why I waited in line for four fucking hours

to get tickets for that stupid

Spongebob Live show?

Huh?



Or why I went to the fucking airport,

to get your kids,

dressed as the damn Easter bunny?



Seriously....

Do you think I enjoy drawing that kind of fire?



I buried my precious addictions,

Sweetpea,

And gave up my beloved war.



They took me,

kicking and screaming.

And no one cares anymore

except the cops

and my mother.



Goddamn it, It's you.



It's always you.

Every fucking time.

Every waking second

is a nightmare of desire.



Wanna know why I can't fucking concentrate

every time I smell honeysuckles?

Or hear Dinosaur Junior?

Or taste Cream Soda?

Or drive past the cave,

over by west campus?

Or go fishing?

Huh?



Or why I fucking break down

when the bats migrate?

Or the butterflies swarm?

Or the Mexican Squealers

go south?



I can't even stomach going to the waterfall anymore.

And forget about swimming.



Bitch.



You wanna know why I fucking Love you so fucking much?

Huh....

punk?



BECAUSE IT'S FUCKING BETTER THAN BLOWING MY GODDAMN HEAD OFF!!



That's why.

Black Molly wrote:

Why



So you wanna know why I fucking Love you so fucking much?



Why I write all the goddamn poems?

Why I paint all the goddamn paintings?

Huh?



Why I started a band,

just to fucking sing songs I wrote about you,

on the off chance that you'd come to a show....

or at least a friend of yours would

and tell you how good it sounded?



Seriously....aren't you curious?



Why I planted all those goddamn pecan trees?

Or baked strudel, for that stupid festival,

for three days?



Or why I rebuilt that shitty old Harley,

even paying Richie to put the passenger saddle and pegs on,

because I was afraid I would fuck it up and you'd fall off?



Do you think this is normal for me?



Wanna know why I clawed my way through grad school

to get a decent job,

to earn three times what I need,

in case we end up

together,

again,

and you wanted to finish your education?



Or why I waited in line for four fucking hours

to get tickets for that stupid

Spongebob Live show?

Huh?



Or why I went to the fucking airport,

to get your kids,

dressed as the damn Easter bunny?



Seriously....

Do you think I enjoy drawing that kind of fire?



I buried my precious addictions,

Sweetpea,

And gave up my beloved war.



They took me,

kicking and screaming

into adulthood...

and no one cares anymore

except the cops

and my mother.



Goddamn it, It's you.



It's always you.

Every fucking time.

Every waking second

is a nightmare of desire.



Wanna know why I can't fucking concentrate

every time I smell honeysuckles?

Or hear Dinosaur Junior?

Or taste Cream Soda?

Or drive past the cave,

over by west campus?

Or go fishing?

Huh?



Or why I fucking break down

when the bats migrate?

Or the butterflies swarm?

Or the Mexican Squealers

go south?



I can't even stomach going to the waterfall anymore.

And forget about swimming.



Bitch.



You wanna know why I fucking Love you so fucking much?

Huh....

punk?



BECAUSE IT'S KEEPING ME FROM BLOWING MY GODDAMN HEAD OFF!!



That's why.

slight changes, after consulting my handlers.

shushan wrote:

BECAUSE IT KEEPS ME FROM BLOWING MY GODDAMN HEAD OFF!!



i like the little salingerism.

what's a salingerism?

shushan wrote:

JD HC catch her in the rye

ok. sweetpea. spell it out. you are talking to a girl, who can barely sit still long enough to finish the back of a cheerios box, at breakfast.



what is the difference between "Keeps me from" and "is keeping me from"?



is it like some kind of play on words that people into books will pick up on?



You must remember, Lit class was where we went to score pot, between trips to the river.



also what is "HC"?



BTW, UR FUKKING HAWT!!

My what a rude young woman...

Why is Gutter an 18 year old girl from Idaho?

Lurinda wrote:

Why is Gutter an 18 year old girl from Idaho?

because this is America DAMNIT, and I can be whatever I want, just as long as i don't hurt anyone.



also my other guy got deleted, for being a jackass. this is the account i use to put inappropriate comments on my main account.

I bet you're HAWT as a chick, Gutter.



















That took everything out of me.







[Bet'cha I'm right, though]

perhaps consider a different format for these words?

i think the delivery could be more effective

lioness(?) is much stronger than this

and this is potentially just as strong

Why



So you wanna know why I fucking Love you so fucking much?



Why I write all the goddamn poems?

Why I paint all the goddamn paintings?

Huh?



Why I started a band,

just to fucking sing songs I wrote about you,

on the off chance that you'd come to a show....

or at least a friend of yours would

and tell you how good it sounded?



Seriously....aren't you curious?



Why I planted all those goddamn pecan trees?

Or baked strudel, for that stupid festival,

for three days?



Or why I rebuilt that shitty old Harley,

even paying Richie to put the passenger saddle and pegs on,

because I was afraid I would fuck it up and you'd fall off?



Do you think this is normal for me?



Wanna know why I clawed my way through grad school

to get a decent job, to earn three times what I need,

in case we end up together again,

and you wanted to finish your education?



Or why I waited in line for four fucking hours

to get tickets for that stupid Spongebob Live show?

Huh?



Or why I went to the fucking airport, to get your kids,

dressed as the damn Easter bunny?

Seriously...

Do you think I enjoy drawing that kind of fire?



I buried my precious addictions,

Sweetpea,

And gave up my beloved war.



They took me, kicking and screaming,

into adulthood, and no one cares anymore,

except the cops and my mother.



Goddamn it, It's you.



It's always you.

Every fucking time.

Every waking second

is a nightmare of desire.



Wanna know why I can't fucking concentrate

every time I smell honeysuckles?

Or hear Dinosaur Junior?

Or taste Cream Soda?

Or drive past the cave

over by west campus?

Or go fishing?

Huh?



Or why I fucking break down

when the bats migrate?

Or the butterflies flock?

Or the Mexican Squealers go south?



I can't even stomach going to the waterfall anymore.

And forget about swimming.



Bitch.



You wanna know why I fucking Love you so fucking much?

Huh....

punk?



BECAUSE IT'S KEEPS ME FROM BLOWING MY GODDAMN HEAD OFF!!



That's why.

you think that's better fish? I combined a bunch of the shorter lines.