The future is a giant fucking black hole.
Everybody keeps asking me, all the fucking time they keep asking me: “what am I gonna do when the baby’s born? What am I gonna do when the baby’s born?” Fuck should I know what I’m gonna do. Well, I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do. Like this is fucking rocket science or something.
I’m gonna take care of a baby. That’s what I’m gonna do.
I hate fucking people sometimes, like all people, like I really mean it, I really do.
I’m gonna be a good fucking mother, too. I know I am. A great mother.
They’re gonna put that baby in my arms, and I’m gonna love him and love him and love him. I’m gonna kiss his little head, and play with his toes, and rock him, and cuddle him, and whisper in his little tiny ears. I’m gonna love him up real good. All the time I’m gonna love him up.
And he’s gonna love me. He’s gonna love me like there’s no tomorrow, all the time, forever. Because I’m his mommy. I’m his fucking mommy. He’ll love me. He’ll never leave me. Because he has to. Because I’m his mommy.
Fuck the future. I’m gonna have someone who loves me.
art by Jean-Michel Basquiat