do you ever get drunk and read about mass shootings and feel really sad
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do you ever get drunk and read about mass shootings and feel really sad
You’ll never be paid what you’re owed
You need to collect it
Aim for the sky
The earth is scorched
Rotten Teeth
There’s a small chamber
Barred by iron
Locked by darkness
Total, isolating
Inside, a frail man
Rotting away, fetid
One death should have taken
He waits for the crack of light
Bright
Shaking
The light is good
(or is it)
With it comes rot
Teeming with maggots
The slot is opened
Out comes the slop
He devours, defiles
Smile dripping with blood
He’s not dead yet
Not even close
Blue Blooded
And so said they
And so the skies burned
Encounter with Tate
I saw the wolves
They were wearing ties
And garter leggings
The smiles were mostly sly
Upturned at the corner
Mismatched tongues
They knew
About a dozen bodies
Three bags of lye
Should leave four
Hey man I tried
It’s all I had for them.
Oui
I think this is the best part. The feeling. It’s hard to get any other way. Holding the devil by the hand. But when you go to put your arm around him, it turns out he’s a pile of blue pillows. I’m not sure which one is less comforting.
It stares right back.
I’m sorry that I lost it. I haven’t thought about it in a while, but it was probably one of the most significant things I’ve received. And I lost it, in the way that you probably assumed I would. One haze or another. It wasn’t dramatic. Just three days later, a loss of weight from my pocket. I hope you’re there. I’ll make up for last time. I promise. I didn’t lose myself this time. Not to the void. Not again.
Jean Shorts
I guess this is grounding. I mean, nothing’s broken. Just like, disappointing. Get those hopes up, do it. See what happens. It’s always the same. The same retreat into the coveted place. Full of broken mirrors and CRT televisions. There was that one episode? What does he say? Maybe don’t try so hard. Who even knows what that means. But clearly I am. Every time. I think the more I do this, the more it contributes to the shell I’ve somehow crafted. I don’t think I really wanted it, just that it’s more or less been a byproduct of how I have ended up handling everything from the last year or so. Like, Skywalker was great, for a while, but eventually that really stopped being helpful. But then the door started closing. My network kind of stopped being what it was. I’ve expanded, but it’s not quite what I think I need(ed). We’re now at the end of an era, and I’m trying to make it something. Something I enjoyed, and something that doesn’t fill me with anxiety. I’m there like 50% of the way. Granted I have a week, and I’m getting here now, which is probably good. But for like the last week, I was on the hope train. And I haven’t boarded that in a while. I think I avoid it. If you’re just mellow, and don’t get invested everything is fine. Nothing can be wrong. But then again, there’s always that small part of me that thinks that without hope, what else do we have? Sometimes it pays off, and that’s amazing, but usually it doesn’t. I feel like that’s the trick, learning how to manage that.
I'm a creature of a culture that I create
Oppenheimer
I love being the validation machine. Don’t ask me about anything, don’t see how I’m doing. We had a super meaningful conversation a year ago about this, and I did what you wanted. I worked hard to keep everything okay. But like, this is kinda fucked. As the closest person to me, you don’t seem to act like it. Which was fine, for a bit. And like, I keep my mouth shut, I do what you want. But come on. Maybe I’m handling this all wrong, but like, I just want to be able to express anything to you. It all feels ignored, or just unwanted and it’s frustrating. It’ll be better when I can see you in person, but it still blows.
Fuck man.
I am become death destroyer of worlds.
I need another heart break, they keep me grounded.
Thanks
Highways man
On warm nights
Blue hair.
Again?
I tried to claw my eyes out
Today has been the most stressful day of my life. I awoke to everything broken, and then found even more broken things. Then I saw you, and you waved and I almost cried. Here I am, 13 hours later and everything is still kind of broken. I have less than two hours. We just yelled at each other over almost nothing. I feel terrible. When we're done I am going to a dark corner and I'm going to just let it out. I said this was the most stressful day, but it's been like a week. I have high blood pressure. I want to burn things. Or let the sky swallow me. I am broken. 3 pieces on the floor. Null reference exception.
This past year has been a reminder, a check, an iterator. I feel like this is what's supposed to keep me in line, the mid points on the ruler. I was supposed to learn and that's, I guess, what I did. Maybe I need another one. That might sort things out.
Murder on the inside Everybody outside