Not
Blood
on the bed.i feel bad when you feel bad about things you shouldn't feel bad about.with
one of those headaches that creeps
down
your
neck
into your fingersi suddenly realize that spreaders of Love are
shot in the head
while the cruelly corrupt plant rows and rows of seeds
what
if
Silence
doesn't work the way they think it does?
sometimes i get caught up in the biggest black magick trick of them all
money is as invisible as the man in the sky who invents freedom of choice and then punishes you if you make the wrong one
playground games for playground minds
sickeningly,
it
works.
Retaliation! throwing out my makeup / stimulating synapses / loving shamelessly / asking questions / absorbing information /being unreasonable / never apologizing
Ceasing to Fear because as Lennon said
death is but leaving one train for another.
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