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Video Movie Review: THE OWNERS (2020): Julius Berg's Horror Film is Fun Gore Porn with Little Substance https://tinyurl.com/y2wv6c6v
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And you know me better than I know myself; The greastest mistake was giving you all for nothing at all. For nothing at all…
The gap
brake-less bike
when it all comes to a close
will the circle get the square?
the same way honest love and care
would never leave you hanging there
to sit alone?
when i let my body ache
to show the world with cuts and scrapes
the stories of my brake-less bike, and my adventures
getting old.
i fill the free time with beaches and friend’s secrets about
how they didn’t like her anyway.
not the one who got away,
but the one that you let go.
been busy getting happier, and reminding myself to forget that.
but i know my will won’t let that be the case.
on to fast forward days
and thoughts that run away from my mouth.
as i sit in a wooden room,
at a desk, on a stool, the walls will start to spin.
acid tinged, the chemicals kick in.
i know i know nothing
were something, or nothing, or humming,
or running into walls.
i see silver, and stars
my beat up car.
a chance to draw the last few words from my arms.
and this is what they are.
honest.
i have very few thoughts unspoken lately. the most honest i've ever been with myself and the trees. the night seems like an old friend, and my days have twisted into one. i've been busy getting happier, and i've been trying to forget that. in the most insensitive way, i want to scream at the ocean and sink into the sand. i want to hold the future in my hands and tear it to shreds, pick up the pieces and start again. start. again.
i wrote this about my bedroom. enjoy.
pale white walls.
-i