eyeballkid
he was a dealer, a pusher of death, the one good he had in store. He was a harvester and when the seasons shifted he filled his stores.
There is no reason to be modest here. No need for masks. Uncoil yourself Leviathan, speak from the deep.
He was immovable from his course. there was nothing behind him or what lay on that strange horizon that would turn him back. He was certain the better days that had nearly been washed from memory and from their homeland were out there, a dangerous hope he had grasped upon and inspired us all to believe in.
he lived his life in secret. we never really knew him. he hit his head on the pavement in a walgreens parking lot. seemed so undignified an end to a man who lived so far beyond understanding.
we are all witnesses to it. all the tricks before our eyes. all the truths settled neatly between the unknown and perceptively impossible. The lies we tell our selves so we dont have to rise until dawn. We live our days wearing our deceptions like a badge, combed over, starched and pressed, plucked, shaven and as clean as the lines the stars draw across the night sky. The very same night we cannot face without the lie.
he haplessly reached up, the blood running down his arm, he could feel it cross the ditch of his elbow and remembered getting tattooed there, remembering it didnt hurt as bad as this did now. the glass was sticking out the otherside of his hand, its shattered pieces on the ground about him.
I haven't got it left in me I have lost the sentiment, and the feeling. These pictures, like the memories of ghosts, dredged up only sorrow.
the bourbon barrel char was dusted all over my hands arms face and shirt. i shouldve never got in. bourbon has a lot to do with things i should have never done.
the chief heard someone scream when he opened the freezer displaying its horrid and awful secrets. dismembered limbs, vital organs in bags, and a head and face, eyes rolled half back and mouth gaping open, teeth removed from the nearly black crimson gums. as the moment settled upon him he realized it was he who had screamed, having never seen anything so godless and savage wrought by his own kind.
the tracking on the tape was all fucked up. the black bar kept pulling to the top of the screen and stopping like it was tethered by some kind of chord. you could barely see was going on below, but i couldnt look away.
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