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Ambulance chasers following dusty paper trails...never gonna find anything.
Don’t make this into a big deal.
I’m a perfectionist.
A psychopathic liar.
Such a grotesque smirk. Such vile bones…
I watch as this conversation evaporates. Her mind is wheezing. Colored pages, dust to dirt to ash to birth to love to hate to god is god.
“Reputable.” Reputable. A cheap skeleton, with the skin stretched far. Just as I was about to leave, a voice moans. “Reputable. Reputable.” Oceans upon seas of cascading sunrises and lonesome sunsets. Poppies in the willows, the breath of a thousand dead. Break. “Reputable.” Breath. Unconscious subconscious…the nation of a thousand dreams. A million crushed.
How did we come so far?
To go the other way?
And cosmic stars illuminate your silence. The world’s silence. It's our silence.
We brought this upon ourselves. Frightful fingers burn into shuddering hearts. The hands of the drunk...your life vs. his.
What’ve we lost? What’s there to gain? Fear?
“Ports of the method.”
YOUR SYSTEM’S DOWN. PRESS ‘YES’ TO DETONATE THE THOUGHTS.
Forget me now. Forget these scars, forget these lovely bullets, this beautiful doomsday. 2032. Son. 2032. Of. 2032. Your. 2032. Distilled plastics. 2032.2032.2032. Of a broken. 2032.2032.2032.2032. Game.
son of a broken backed dance. Sweetsweetsweet murmurs when honey's all you see.
Dirt breeze fooled on faceless glass.