quasi_sean

introduction fucking

stop me now if you think this will someday sound familiar like a repetitive will-reading or shitty poetry that makes your skin flake and fucking tell me to shutup and to stay in the house.

Oh yes, the apologetic house.

The house is nothing like it was before. It is now a skeleton, the remains of a long-decayed corpse that has--rather than be given a proper burial--been left sprawled out in the sun, all but hand-delivered to the vultures and ants and...

I know someday nature will take her course & have her way w/the world & the house will be torn down in a hurricane or tornado & all that will remain is a frozen fraction of the agony.

I know the storm will prevail.
I know this as I use razor blades to cut prison time-lines into my arms.
I know this all as I begin to swallow sixty-three pills off a cold tile counter...in a warm tired bathroom.

thank
you
for
fucking
it
up
for
us
all
sean.