fightmeintolife
Do you shoot out someone's innards, exploding from the inside out? Are you shooting out the mind, sanity on it's knees? Or is it just that the gun is inside out and now when it goes bang bang your face will go hang hang?
stopping going not much to say as your trapped in two rolling wheels invented before our time, perfected with little stubbles that shouldn't be shaved. So many people so close to one another, in danger of death but eating a banana instead. We drive to work to death to life to children the American means of getting to our not too far away places because walking would wear out our TOMS shoes.
etiquette
the word itself makes you follow it
it preys upon the weak
it makes you seek
perfection
all of us trying to fit in
changing ourselves with drugs to fit something
but then we're told to be different
If I shaved m y skin to give to yours could you survive this day of blood clogging up veins?
I touch your tongue and bumps erupt, my fingers tasting everything
I run them over fellow humans
THey taste of decay, rust, sweat
I taste myself
I taste this human disease
the plague sends sparks over my head, how strange for I've eaten no decayed rats, they must have been squished my feet within the night, yet oh dear gwarsh that means I have been sleep walking, what a fit mother will throw for I probably ate all the fruit and left a frightful met of chocolate melted against my bra that failed to come off.
Suck suck bite bite think of your lover in stripes and your sucking on a candycane from last night with the moments of sweet taking your lips for a spin into a barber shop.
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