Feb 2014
on your right, you'll see a picture of me awake in the middle of the night; sweating feverishly and falling over a little fence somebody built to keep me grounded.
look to your left - there's your eyes following me; but here's the problem: i've never set foot in a room like this one.
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I have a lot of questions to be answered but I'll start with the hardest and work my way down.
First of all, what time is it?
Secondly, do you love me?
Third - how did I end up here?
Look me in the eyes and lodge your hands into my armpits to keep me from falling into those black spirals you try to play off as corneas. Don't be alarmed at the sight of blood on my hands, I'm merely returned from the very operation you put me up to.
First question -
"I say! It's your birthday and we're late! We're late for your very own birthday party! Thousands of guests - I mean insects - I mean quests - will cry and cry, and their tears will fertilize the very soil I made your birthday cake out of! Pay no mind to the plastic tablecloth strewn over that solemn rectangle, I had very little time and time is money and what did I just tell you about how the best things in life come free? C'mon, baby. C'mere. A birthday's a birthday, eh?"
Second question -
"It's hard to find somebody to love in a big gray wire maze. However, it is easy to like somebody you've only seen in 240p. Just joking, just joking. I have this crazy idea that if you spilled maple syrup all over your keyboard, it'd be like taking warm, sticky naps together in the summertime. There's an ice hotel in Greenland that I want to **** myself i, and the only reason the whole place isn't drowning in a puddle of my **** is because you said you'd be here. Where are you, and how many inches thick is your jugular?"
Third question -
"There are clocks inside of our bodies, biological clocks. Yours seemed nicer than mine, and I want your biological clock in my room god-****-it. Kiss me through ticking tocks running amok in your immune system. I'll skin you alive looking for the perfect shade of furniture polish in your veins. I'll leave your shadow to slip down the drain so you can finally get some peace and quiet. I pulled you peeling from the walls, and I'll leave you there to dry when I'm done.
_______________________
I won't even leave so much as a footprint.
look to your left - there's your eyes following me; but here's the problem: i've never set foot in a room like this one.
__________________
I have a lot of questions to be answered but I'll start with the hardest and work my way down.
First of all, what time is it?
Secondly, do you love me?
Third - how did I end up here?
Look me in the eyes and lodge your hands into my armpits to keep me from falling into those black spirals you try to play off as corneas. Don't be alarmed at the sight of blood on my hands, I'm merely returned from the very operation you put me up to.
First question -
"I say! It's your birthday and we're late! We're late for your very own birthday party! Thousands of guests - I mean insects - I mean quests - will cry and cry, and their tears will fertilize the very soil I made your birthday cake out of! Pay no mind to the plastic tablecloth strewn over that solemn rectangle, I had very little time and time is money and what did I just tell you about how the best things in life come free? C'mon, baby. C'mere. A birthday's a birthday, eh?"
Second question -
"It's hard to find somebody to love in a big gray wire maze. However, it is easy to like somebody you've only seen in 240p. Just joking, just joking. I have this crazy idea that if you spilled maple syrup all over your keyboard, it'd be like taking warm, sticky naps together in the summertime. There's an ice hotel in Greenland that I want to **** myself i, and the only reason the whole place isn't drowning in a puddle of my **** is because you said you'd be here. Where are you, and how many inches thick is your jugular?"
Third question -
"There are clocks inside of our bodies, biological clocks. Yours seemed nicer than mine, and I want your biological clock in my room god-****-it. Kiss me through ticking tocks running amok in your immune system. I'll skin you alive looking for the perfect shade of furniture polish in your veins. I'll leave your shadow to slip down the drain so you can finally get some peace and quiet. I pulled you peeling from the walls, and I'll leave you there to dry when I'm done.
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I won't even leave so much as a footprint.
benny
