My goodness. Aren’t we lucky, and aren’t we sad.
Where to go
Charlie used to loop, like KT
I loop again and again
If I allow it
Which I usually do
Not the harmony.
I loop the old shit, the terror, the nightmares:
The suicide, the overdose
The death by sadness
Despondency
The vomit take of wrong wrong please no
Still.
You motherfuckers
God dammit.
I want to rip you apart and tear you to shreds and punch you in the fucking faces indefinitely
And I want to hug you forever please
Why the fuck not, God, why not?
Don’t edit yourself don’t edit in the first writing. Go back. I don’t want to go back.
Irony.
May have connection:
No connection, may I call you? No
It was a lethal injury
You aren’t.
You are.
Where are you come back
WHO ALLOWED YOU TO LEAVE
I thought I’d get some help
Maybe I did?
Before you absconded into the night
The world was big enough to find something new, something you needed, something that was
Invisible to you.
I know
And yet
No
No, no. I
Don’t know
Anything, anything
God, how to fill the void?
What if I don’t want to?
What if I reject your will
Because it is bullshit? It is bullshit.
Dear Leader is still alive, and Jon just joined Charlie in the ground?
No.
God, you are doing it wrong. I don’t understand you.
Why? Why anything? Please?
Drill Music™️
It’s just about
Choices—
Maybe.
Fears fears
Face
At thirty
You don’t have it all figured out,
So bet on yourself.
Well, some advice, I reckon,
Works for some people.
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