drodi
Some question my methods. But why question them when I get such spectacular results. I've never once failed at getting the needed information.
Sure, there has been a death or two. But what is a life?
It was easy. All he had to do was show up where he was supposed to be. Locate the target, and pull the trigger.
The first two steps were simple, the target was exactly where she was supposed to be, and I was exactly where I was supposed to be.
I should have never looked her in the eye.
Breathe, take it in.
Let it out, watch the smoke curl.
She's there with you, plain and simple Mari Jane,
Through thick and thin, she'll get you higher.
I looked down at the object glistening with fresh blood in my hand.
I still don't rightly know what it was, maybe a paperweight of some kind. All I know is one second he was raising his hand, prepared to strike, and then my love was on the ground. Still and dead, blood flowing from the wound on his temple.
He shouldn't have hit me.
She turned the doorknob-
Slowly
Dreading what was on the other side of that door.
Like a fire trapped in the room behind,
She could feel the heat
and the pending burst.
It would happen,
and soon.
The end.
Soups are nice.
Only a minute left.
Anything can happen.
Jim Bowman felt the the seconds tick by, counted them as he tried to remember which wire to disconnect. 60 seconds had become 30 all too quickly.
It wasn't meant to be this way. He just wanted to withdraw some cash, get some blow and have a good night.
But no, the fucking bank robbers had to ruin it, and the police just weren't fast enough.
And neither was he.
Insect, that's me. That's all of us, crawling along, being disgusting and useless my roommate makes me feel this fact more thn anyone. Its a terrible feeling. Like shit, but crawling.
I always enjoyed being separate from everyone else. Being a loner. Nobody to annoy me, or to correct me on my mistakes, or to make me feel insecure.
But being separate from society is taking it's toll, on the socially awkward teenager now adult.
Don't let the balloon hit the floor.
If you drop it, the world might explode
Or the lava fields will return,
Or maybe
Just maybe,
Big Foot will throw marshmallows at you.
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