the sonic force

I have bleached the hell out of my bathtub, out of our sinks, and out of our toilet. The skin on my fingers feels fragile from all that scrubbing, all that bleach. My mom is picking me up tomorrow to go visit relatives and she will be seeing my house for the first time. I have hid the Playgirl that was lying out on my table forever, I have bleached what dirt I could. And it made me sweaty and tired. I just plopped on my bed to rest with a beer and some Al Green seranading me through my headphones. Now, I am going to brush my teeth, lie down to sleep, lie down to masturbate, to fucking put the buzz of Al Green, beer, and bleached hands to use, to damn good use.