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Eh ! Wry dry Don't Kill Me

Peter got a sandwich for you. mama went shopping , Gabriel needs a carwash, Cristen choked on his vomit , Iris sailed the oceans, Blake died of ennui. Martha blew her neighbour, Adrian stole her panties. Beth went out of liquor, Walter cooked a new batch. Marla is a hooker, Gambit dealt a new pack. And so and so they pass by All these million names. Who cares to blink twice At a facecless face? And then came eh...! wry dry, Dont Kill Me, " ... " I can't even Say his name. It's like this name Blew my heart out with a shotgun right through my rib cage. And these are the names Which pierce your heart And make you breathless Because they hold stories That you always hid in darkness. And You have skeletons In your Closet Like thats not enough To give you the brain flu! But the salt on the wound Is that- so does your wife, Your mistress, And everyone around you. (gunshot)
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Apr 6, 2014
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#life#good#dark#melancholy#wonder#madness#great#musing#gunshot#shotgun#anagram
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