he didn't want to go but his soft heart fell for the poetry and the strong hands strumming the sound of love.
i was behind him feeling sickened, wondering where the fuck all this natural euphoria came from around me? how these aliens/people could find such happiness in a beautiful day or a pretty song? will i ever feel that way from just my brain chemicals telling me to feel that way? yeah, we are so different, but still i love you.
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i am constantly having daydream nigtmares about lost souls turned to lost ghosts i used to wander with.
" i love blind people" he said "so easy to rob"
i was laughing only until i realized he was serious and took a run for the man with the walking stick across the dead road.
"Wheres my stick?"
"In my hands fagbucket"
who the fuck says fagbucket?
"Please, i can't see without it."
"Right and i can't shoot up without your 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9..........9 fucking dollars? you're a dollar fucking short for the crack rock i'm about to shoot asshole" and with that he threw the blind mans walking stick into the road and said one word "FETCH"
i looked up and down the street to cover him, noone but ghosts, wait, why was i covering a crackhead that just robbed a blind man? and for nine dollars? i mean scratch could be insane but never like this, never robbed anyone that wasn't carrying at least a few hundred, now he could be the poster boy for "just say no"
my natural instincts are to cover for someone when i see someone get robbed. Scratch died two days after that incident so i never got to ask him why the fuck he did that? while in the past he was such a nice theif, and if you ask if there is such a thing, i think scratch came close, it made me laugh when he insisted for the people to "hold on to your id, social security card, and credit cards, fuck, what did you say you need at least 20 bucks to get home? here buddy, heres 25, you okay? i didn't scare you jumping out like that did i?"
Some people thought he did it for his own sick amusement but i always thought he did it cause he had half a heart, the other half deperately dangling from tissue constantly shedding cells causing the inevitable, maybe that night it just broke, i'll never know.
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e mail me to come play out your fantasies with me at my new workplace, or we could just talk about philosiphy and i'll give you a lap dance?
Love, Lily
i was behind him feeling sickened, wondering where the fuck all this natural euphoria came from around me? how these aliens/people could find such happiness in a beautiful day or a pretty song? will i ever feel that way from just my brain chemicals telling me to feel that way? yeah, we are so different, but still i love you.
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i am constantly having daydream nigtmares about lost souls turned to lost ghosts i used to wander with.
" i love blind people" he said "so easy to rob"
i was laughing only until i realized he was serious and took a run for the man with the walking stick across the dead road.
"Wheres my stick?"
"In my hands fagbucket"
who the fuck says fagbucket?
"Please, i can't see without it."
"Right and i can't shoot up without your 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9..........9 fucking dollars? you're a dollar fucking short for the crack rock i'm about to shoot asshole" and with that he threw the blind mans walking stick into the road and said one word "FETCH"
i looked up and down the street to cover him, noone but ghosts, wait, why was i covering a crackhead that just robbed a blind man? and for nine dollars? i mean scratch could be insane but never like this, never robbed anyone that wasn't carrying at least a few hundred, now he could be the poster boy for "just say no"
my natural instincts are to cover for someone when i see someone get robbed. Scratch died two days after that incident so i never got to ask him why the fuck he did that? while in the past he was such a nice theif, and if you ask if there is such a thing, i think scratch came close, it made me laugh when he insisted for the people to "hold on to your id, social security card, and credit cards, fuck, what did you say you need at least 20 bucks to get home? here buddy, heres 25, you okay? i didn't scare you jumping out like that did i?"
Some people thought he did it for his own sick amusement but i always thought he did it cause he had half a heart, the other half deperately dangling from tissue constantly shedding cells causing the inevitable, maybe that night it just broke, i'll never know.
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e mail me to come play out your fantasies with me at my new workplace, or we could just talk about philosiphy and i'll give you a lap dance?
Love, Lily
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i heart your sets. they're dope.
your last set was lovely, i was just now finally able to look at it. damn dial-up.