sometimes i ask myself why?

i found myself today laying on my back with my roommate phoebe cutting open my arms, legs, stomach and head and placing sacks of sand in my body. and i asked myself "why?"
do you remember those "scary" or just weird games you would play at sleep overs?...this more applies to the ladies.
me and phoebe, drained from our classes, passed out on the floor and proceeded to make delirious conversation, and so came her to cutting me open.
light as a feather, stiff as a bored

concentration

hi my name is chubby

tight squeeze cool breeze

we thought of them all, and that was my afternoon.

me and the pheebster