I told them to stop smiling at me.
I told them to stop being so fucking organized.
But no.
They have to keep going.
A little hope in between ticks.
A little hope that it wasn't it's face, but the idea.
Where am I?
12:59 - I'm at work.
1:00 - I'm at work.
1:01 - There's no point in arguing.
1:02 - Stapler to the wrist?
1:03 - Paperclip to the eyelid?
Ending words and thoughts with periods.
Ending lines with semicolons.
Logical function flashing by.
IF ( $You_Dont_Care ) {
$Dont_Pretend;
}
One night stands bother me now.
I can't look them in the eye without thoughts of cheap imitation.
Chinese knock-offs.
American knock-up.
My opinion of them doesn't matter.
It's only for a night.
7200 seconds.
They could hate me but it doesn't matter.
I'll be gone by tomorrow.
I could not care about dressing for the next day, and coming in prepared, but I do.
Ever since the phone calls.
The staying up late.
It's better than any fake love I've endured.
Bright white light.
"Ello, mate!"
Mental Orgasm.
I have to melt, it's only natural.
Coming back from the end of the tunnel, I'm left with fate and a surfer man with brown spiky hair.
If I say it enough, I'll be right.
I don't want to be, but I will be.
Because the mind forgets.
I don't remember what I ate this morning.
I don't remember what I did last night.
I don't remember the minutes, the hours.
I remember when there's an idea with fishing line.
She's the fish.
1:04 - Hope
1:05 - Hope until I'm sick
1:06 - Dream for tomorrow
1:07 - Dream for tonight
1:08 - Run away for real this time.
Please?
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3 comments:
oh god.
i think this is best one you've written yet.
i read this again.
in music and what-not.
and this is my favorite.
like freal.
you sound like chuck palahniuk.
and that's a fucking compliment.
i love it.
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