Who Cares

Sounds like death. . .
well if you don't care.
Don't
Interupt me.
I'm too self-centered.
Let's wake up in a dark place together.
It'll seem sweeter.
If, you think it will.
Don't control the ironicy.
Yes, ironicy.
It's like the controling of the ironic.
Can it be done?
Maybe. . .
but no.
oh yes. . .
who cares. . .