Since writing on toilet walls is done neither for Critical acclaim nor financial reward It is the purest form of art Discuss For a good time, call your mom! She's a great lady, and she misses you She wants to hear from you to make sure you're safe If you're happy and you know it, ukulele My favorite things: bongs, dongs, songs Plant you own garden and decorate your own soul Instead of waiting for someone to bring your flowers That is so sweet But then right below it, someone wrote: Fuck off! People should bring you flowers! Vaginas rock! Don't you hate it when your boyfriend shits at your place and you have to go right after? He knows you know what he did and you have to pretend Sad face All I'm saying is his face would look much better framed between legs The earth without art is just eh The world does not benefit from you hiding your badassery No matter your past mistakes, you are worthy of love Women are so supportive But then right next to it, someone wrote: What about Hitler? What about Hitler? Milk pistols Great band name Lauren banged Bob on the air hockey table, and it was epic I fucked a taco, and I liked it I found Jesus, but he was too busy, so I asked Satan for the answers And he said, "Do drugs, do drugs." God is love, but Satan does that thing you like with his tongue Faith is a virus, herpes is annoying Who the fuck brings a marker to piss? But then right next to it, someone wrote: You did bitch! You did bitch! Vin Diesel can read Right? I hope so Life ain't all burritos and strippers my friend Life ain't all burritos and strippers my friend Life ain't all burritos and strippers my friend I’m writing on a wall

Girl, keep your head up You are so much stronger And more beautiful than you’re likely to believe Better stuff is coming for you Keep going, you go girl, you’re so good Breathe, girl, breathe Here’s a dick Here’s a dick Here’s another picture of another dick Here’s a dick And here’s a bag of dicks Girl, keep your head up Live by your own standards You’re amazing just as you are Love as if you’ve never be ghosted You’ll always be good enough You’ll never be Beyonce A business dick An angel dick A dick smoking a cigarette A ninja dick And a cowboy dick Be the person that you want to be Be Batman Don’t be a little bitch Be a huge bitch Love yourself, you accept the love that you think you deserve Rob has a huge cock, I know Never give up on your dreams Unless it’s to create a master race, then just let that one go Roses are tits Violets are tits I love tits Tits, tits, tits I still like you Even after we argued about feminism You look beautiful Fuck you, this is not tumblr, we need this fucking mirror I called off my wedding today, so I think that I’ll screw the boardwalk magician You know the best thing about the future? It’s uncharted territory It’s yours, babe Create it But then right below it, someone wrote: Ruth has a smelly gash A minion dick A Simpson’s dick A picture of a dick doing crossfit A ninja dick And a vagina holding a dick pic Legendary cock lobster Get to the cocktor A dick wearing a condom And a vagina wearing heels And shorts And eyelashes What’s happening with this vagina? Where is she going? She’s very fancy. Whatever you do, do it beautifully Wash yo coochie

The first time I felt horny, I was nine Watching Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat On my 21st birthday, I got so drunk I threw up on a car A cop car My ex-boyfriend has been staying with my on my couch while he’s in between apartments And sometimes I fart in his pillow when he’s not around I made my mime teacher so mad, she yelled at me Until very recently, I did not know Stevie Wonder was blind I thought glasses were just his “thing” When I was eleven, I attempted to have sex with a bowling ball It was the thumbhole It was abandoned shortly afterwards I woke up one morning at a sailing teammates’ house Having lost my pants and broken their TV while blackout drunk the night before I found my pants, but my dignity has not been seen since In the third grade we had to dress up as our heroes for school full assembly There was George Washington, MLK, Walt Disney, etc. But for some reasons, I was John Cougar Mellencamp I hooked up with a man named Bus Stop I hooked up with a man named Bus Stop I hooked up with a man named Bus Stop I hooked up with a These are my confessions Just when I thought I said all that I can say My chick on the side said she got one on the way These are my confessions Man, I’m throwed, and I don’t know what to do Guess I gotta give you part two of my confessions If I’m gonna tell it, then I gotta tell it all Damn near cried when I got that phone call I’m so throwed, I don’t know what to do But to give you part two of my confessions Part two of confessions I once witnessed my friend fart into her boyfriend’s hand while they were cuddling And then he made her pancakes It was then that I knew that was the relationship I wanted Then I hooked up with a man named Bus Stop I hooked up with a man named Bus Stop I hooked up with a man named Bus Stop I hooked up with a man named Bus Stop

Cockroaches It's something about the way their legs twitch Psychics and life coaches It's something about the way they're full of shit Mispronouncing words that I first read Like hyperbole and epitome Living on after my lover's dead Giving up and moving back home I'm a scaredy cat I'm a cowardly lion But what's worse than that Is not even trying So, don't you dare call me a survivor Now I'm just a shitty backseat driver And I'm just trying to decipher what I'm still alive for And oh, what I am really afraid of What I am really terrified of Is diving my own grave And not living the life that He had to die for Natural disasters Supernatural disasters Mannequins anywhere other than stores Getting everything I want Then wanting more I'm a scaredy cat I'm a cowardly lion But what's worse than that Is not even trying So, don't you dare call me a survivor Now I'm just a shitty backseat driver And I'm just trying to decipher what I'm still alive for And oh, what I am really afraid of What I am really terrified of Is diving my own grave And not living the life that He had to die for

You’re a fucking slut Dirty little cunt Such a stupid ho-whoa-whoa-whoa You should keep your legs shut You should go and cut yourself You deserve to be alone There’s no need to be nervous Touch my morning wood, whore You’re so goddamn worthless A fuck is all you’re good for It’s not just in your head Keep ‘em spread They’ll be happy when you’re dead Here’s a bright idea instead Why don’t you kill yourself? Kill yourself Why don’t you kill yourself? Kill yourself You’re a fucking mess Nothing but a skank A disappointing lay-ay-ay Just look at how you dress What were you expecting You’re lucky to get raped You must be really loose now Don’t want his sloppy seconds You really have no use now You should’ve learned your lesson You’re just a fucking whore On all fours Course they wanted more Of course they wanted more And you should kill yourself Kill yourself Go on and kill yourself Kill yourself Yeah, I’m a fucking slut Bratty bitchy cunt I’ve heard it all before-or-or I would keep my legs shut But I’m having too much fun With your dad on your kitchen floor You should be fucking nervous Your words don’t mean that much, see I know my goddamn worth, yes And you can’t fucking touch me I’m not your little ho Are you slow? Wouldn’t sink that low And just before I go Why don’t you kill yourself? Or you could heal yourself One of the two You’re fucking broken Heal yourself The walls have spoken Thank god for sluts

There are times when the wolves are silent And the moon is howling This is what the poems are for Telling other people the things I can no longer tell you Why should I be weary of the world? In a deviant struggle for a better reality, I dream Are you happy? Everything is working out best case scenario My life is on fire, I think I’m in love I think that it’s over, it’s over with you I thought we had plans I thought we had plans I thought we had plans Good luck out there, human I keep looking for you I found you once But you evaporated like a smoke ring in the light I love you differently now from far away I will spit on you if you try to touch me But I dream of our fantasy every night Dot com Looking for meaning in the wrong places Example: bathroom graffiti We’re both lost in this moment, but at least we’re lost together I wonder who you are I don’t like anyone but you I thought we had plans I thought we had plans I thought we had plans Good luck out there, human Good luck out there, human

I like writing on walls Fuck you, Society Dan Dan, this is actually a door, not a wall Regards, Society Follow your dreams I literally only have nightmares Question everything Why? Yo girl, on a scale of 1 to America, how free are you tonight? That’s a great line. But then, right below it, someone wrote: Germany, 1942 Do you idealize the past or see it as broken, why? Dude, I’m just trying to take a shit The chamber of secrets has been opened Then close your legs The future is in your hands My dick is the future If Harry Potter taught us anything, it’s that nobody deserves to live in the closet I feel that. But then, right below it, someone wrote: Except R. Kelly Holy water, holy shit Is this as good as it’s ever gonna get? Conversations with strangers that I have never met And I will never meet in the future My dick is the future Cocaine is like a super hot girlfriend with perfect tits That’s mean to you all the time and fucks other dudes Stop white hipsters Lol, please explain how Tom loves my shaft DVD with bonus features When I’m alone I like to fill the bathtub with tomato sauce and pretend that I’m a meatball Don’t judge me But then, right below it, someone wrote: Dude, we’re totally judging The largest eggs in the world are laid by sharks The largest women in the world was laid by your dad I fucked your mom Shut up, dad, you’re drunk Open books, not legs, blow minds, not boys Uh, why can’t I do both? Big tits can’t make up for a small ass, but a big ass can make up small tits But then, someone put quotes around it and ascribed it to: Abraham Lincoln Holy water, holy shit Is this as good as it’s ever gonna get? Conversations with strangers that I have never met And I will never know if I meet in the future My dick is the future For a good time, call your mother for Sunday brunch, delightful For a good time, call your dad, he misses you For a good time, call 867-5309 For a good time, call me Ishmael Good luck out there, human Good luck out there, human