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“To the man who has no aim.” It read along the side.
Engraved into the silver handle. So I can feel it even when I'm not looking. So I could feel it at all times.
I ran my shaky fingers slowly through each word as I said them to myself.
“What an awful thing say...” I thought. How very fucked a gift she got for me.
I get off on it though.
I don't know why, but theres something in it I like.
You would think someone calling you terrible would make one angry. But it doesn't.
I adjust my top hat.
I spit on the road.
I twirl the gun.
Not because I think I'm tricky, but because it feels necessary.
I'd probably shoot myself bi-accident if god had his way. But surprisingly I've lived this long, so he's either on my side or doesn't exist. Whatever the case..it works for me.
The gun feels cold and awkward in my hand.
Everything feels cold...
And everything feels awkward...
I'm waiting for the door across the street to open. I'm waiting for Mrs. Conception to come out and say hello, and then my friends my dear good friends we follow and we fire, and end one life and yet so many, because emotions are a cripple.
I was going to stab her tonight.
But I've never used this gift Mrs. Hopeful kindly got me.
So in her honor!
I'll pull this trigger and pull it well.
I adjust my coat.
I spit on the road
I twirl the gun.
I don't know what they are doing inside. I would venture they are falling in love.
Or hit the floor already.
I can't exactly remember what it felt like, I feel kind of embarrassed I felt it for a girl one time at all.
I'm doing him a favor.
Sir Tanly'Safe will think their love would of lasted forever. He'll live the rest of his life believing that it was real, Oh boy oh boy was it real, and he had it once upon a time. I find it kind of charming don't you think? Or maybe I find it kind of sad. I can't decide, I'm flip flopping back and forth.
I'm doing him a favor and certainly he'll be safe.
From whatever it is that I have become...
I'm doing us all a favor.
I adjust my thoughts.
I spit on the road.
I twirl the gun.
No shot goes of accidentally.
There is no god, because who would ever pick my side?
The door across the street opens up.
It is time...
Engraved into the silver handle. So I can feel it even when I'm not looking. So I could feel it at all times.
I ran my shaky fingers slowly through each word as I said them to myself.
“What an awful thing say...” I thought. How very fucked a gift she got for me.
I get off on it though.
I don't know why, but theres something in it I like.
You would think someone calling you terrible would make one angry. But it doesn't.
I adjust my top hat.
I spit on the road.
I twirl the gun.
Not because I think I'm tricky, but because it feels necessary.
I'd probably shoot myself bi-accident if god had his way. But surprisingly I've lived this long, so he's either on my side or doesn't exist. Whatever the case..it works for me.
The gun feels cold and awkward in my hand.
Everything feels cold...
And everything feels awkward...
I'm waiting for the door across the street to open. I'm waiting for Mrs. Conception to come out and say hello, and then my friends my dear good friends we follow and we fire, and end one life and yet so many, because emotions are a cripple.
I was going to stab her tonight.
But I've never used this gift Mrs. Hopeful kindly got me.
So in her honor!
I'll pull this trigger and pull it well.
I adjust my coat.
I spit on the road
I twirl the gun.
I don't know what they are doing inside. I would venture they are falling in love.
Or hit the floor already.
I can't exactly remember what it felt like, I feel kind of embarrassed I felt it for a girl one time at all.
I'm doing him a favor.
Sir Tanly'Safe will think their love would of lasted forever. He'll live the rest of his life believing that it was real, Oh boy oh boy was it real, and he had it once upon a time. I find it kind of charming don't you think? Or maybe I find it kind of sad. I can't decide, I'm flip flopping back and forth.
I'm doing him a favor and certainly he'll be safe.
From whatever it is that I have become...
I'm doing us all a favor.
I adjust my thoughts.
I spit on the road.
I twirl the gun.
No shot goes of accidentally.
There is no god, because who would ever pick my side?
The door across the street opens up.
It is time...
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PTSD
- - -
every night you scream at someone. i try to tell you they're not there; they don't exist. but you can't hear me. your body writhes like a tornado and the covers are bathed with sweat.
it must feel like blood to you. that must be why you howl yourself hoarse. why i sleep with earmuffs gripped tight and dream of you dying.
(it used to be a nightmare, but now it's more of a wish.)
- - -
you mumble to the same someone while you eat those crumbly cornflakes. something about something that i don't think you entirely understand.
i don't know why i still make you a bowl every day. you think i would learn after the thirteenth time of broom
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smoke break
they smoke and compare lies,
dozens of them,
a mile from here it would appear a house was burning to the ground,
but no,
no short in electrical wires,
no gas leak,
no child playing with matches,
no candle left burning on an antique table,
just a cancer contest,
with tall tales told,
the way trophies are held,
almost proud enough to carry themselves,
and each other,
in clouds of laughter,
with
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glittery lime green
I've sent my voice
as far into you
as you've let it go
perhaps further
than you know,
but the point is that I have sent it,
you are some kind of
glittery lime green
and haven't figured out
what color I am yet,
but relationships are
more like abstract art
and everyone has
several (true) colors,
I'm sure we will blend as much as we contrast,
you see in me
the things I try
to understand
to s
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