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Chilling, to think "social media" (whatever that means) is really just building up halls complete with old tattered wallpaper for our ghosts to haunt like a rickety Victorian mansion. You, Pinned to a wall by his van, like a packet of paper pierced by a preposterously red pushpin, a coward is now getting off on being scared shitless, and overwhelmed with intoxicated rage, because he was trying to claw his way home, no matter the cost, like a fearful animal, and excuse and excuse and excuse us for our lack of pity. You, taken prematurely from your infant son, your infant marriage, your infant life, you're still around, frozen. Immortalized as you were, tagged in photos. "Desiree liked this" bears an odd resemblance to moaning from the basement or footsteps down the hall **** the bed call for mom Getting daily horoscopes as though you still need to figure out every detail about your personality, who you’re compatible with. Virgos don't like spontaneity. Scorpio is sensual. Taurus are stubborn in the way that flowers at a tombstone seem more sentimental than script on a screen. But then again the soul owns no defined location, no cage. But, even more grim, blow out the candle, One day I'll be there too, Plastered in white and blue, When sleeping dogs should lie.
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Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 5:41 PM UTC
Of Pins and Needles
Chilling, to think "social media" (whatever that means) is really just building up halls complete with old tattered wallpaper for our ghosts to haunt like a rickety Victorian mansion. You, Pinned to a wall by his van, like a packet of paper pierced by a preposterously red pushpin, a coward is now getting off on being scared shitless, and overwhelmed with intoxicated rage, because he was trying to claw his way home, no matter the cost, like a fearful animal, and excuse and excuse and excuse us for our lack of pity. You, taken prematurely from your infant son, your infant marriage, your infant life, you're still around, frozen. Immortalized as you were, tagged in photos. "Desiree liked this" bears an odd resemblance to moaning from the basement or footsteps down the hall **** the bed call for mom Getting daily horoscopes as though you still need to figure out every detail about your personality, who you’re compatible with. Virgos don't like spontaneity. Scorpio is sensual. Taurus are stubborn in the way that flowers at a tombstone seem more sentimental than script on a screen. But then again the soul owns no defined location, no cage. But, even more grim, blow out the candle, One day I'll be there too, Plastered in white and blue, When sleeping dogs should lie.
dedicated to Desiree Lynn Bragg. Rest in Peace, Desiboo.
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Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 5:41 PM UTC
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