robbiehadd
Puncture. Punctured. My heart, punctured with a million sharp knives. Piercing. My wound, spilling memories, thoughts, feelings, helplessness. I've been punctured and there's nothing I can do about it.
A dare can throw you off a bridge. A dare can walk an old lady across the street. A dare can make you ill. A dare can make you happy. A dark can do whatever it is a dare wants to do.
A dare care can throw you off a bridge. A dare can help an old lady across the street. A dare can.
A key. A magical key. What does it open? Try the first door. It doesn't work? Try the second. Still not working? How about the third? It doesn't fit? What does it open. Does it open a door to some magical kingdom?
I've got a secret. But I won't tell anyone. In fact, it's so much a secret that even I don't know. It's floating around, somewhere, in my head, unrevealing and scared. What is my secret? I don't even know.
Camera click. Camera switch. If I could invent a camera, I'd call it the mind's eye lens of view. It would take shots of what I see in my mind, with all the thoughts and emotions that come with it. The zoom would be infinite.
IT'S A TRAP! The first words I see. FIlm, tv, books...these have warped my mind. Or have they? It's a trap! The trap door, the mouse trap, the trapeze artist! Blah blah fucking blah trap.
Die by your methods.
Live by your methods.
A method is and a method does.
We all have them.
Some methods are sinister.
And others are not.
A method is intrepid.
If a method is, it does.
The losses for one person may well be the gain for another. As unfortunate as this is, this is the world we live in. Sorrow...despair...happiness...triumph. It's bound to happen. We can't win all of the time.
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