minded and huddled in corners of corners, in pockets of pockets, in basements of cellars of backrooms of wardrobes, so shoot me now, before you die. shoot me before the whole world rains down. some are strong enough. or maybe that simple. that naive, and unassuming. maybe that careless. but not me. not for me. this end this sight this life this life. it's not for me. it is not for me.
shoot me now.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
yes,
you were right.
but you were wrong, but you were right. and i was wrong. i am forever and ever indefinitely, repeatedly, decidedly wrong. wrong, wrong wrong.
do not sit timid and tame in the corner. do not shoot darts with your eyes, and pass blades in silence. i hate the quick cut. i hate the absolute island. i hate the fact that there is no human being on earth that i can open my chest to and say here, feel, touch, see, are we the same? are we not the same!
but you were wrong, but you were right. and i was wrong. i am forever and ever indefinitely, repeatedly, decidedly wrong. wrong, wrong wrong.
do not sit timid and tame in the corner. do not shoot darts with your eyes, and pass blades in silence. i hate the quick cut. i hate the absolute island. i hate the fact that there is no human being on earth that i can open my chest to and say here, feel, touch, see, are we the same? are we not the same!
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