That was fun
My life needs to be recorded.
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It hurt him more than me
I saw him. The blonde guy. His eyes met mine. Mine fixated on his. I would not let them go. I had a thong on. That’s it. He started to run. I played flag football when I was in elementery school.
I had the angle.
I tackle him. Crashed his head into the ground.
And then there was dust.
Nothing more.
Just dust.
I have no comment.
Drugs and Fiction
It’s like the first memory you ever had. It fades in and out and you see still Polaroids
of you outside your body. Is it real? Does it matter?
Pain makes the soul whole. It melts away the care of worry.
Time to continue.
Enough Already
I’m tired of being tired and lost in a cloud of fuzz… I WILL be coming out of this before the end of the month. Or I am going to put on some clothes and get a job at Starbucks!
Did you feel that
The frick’in thing that hit me took me out for a bit. But I’m back. See the boobs.
If you get hit by a boob, you'll know.. and sometimes you enjoy it.
My Dad
I’m visiting him. He makes sense. Sometimes it takes time for it to get to me. Osmosis of words is silly at beast. (lol 666).
