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I don’t see people anymore, only shadows. I see their past and future trailing behind and ahead the constant lagging and catching up of them. I am the patch-work mish-mosh made-up creature-being with Past / Future / Present silly-goose whatnots. I am the girl you laugh with at Starbucks because you’re too ****** bored to live for coffee. I get it. Let your smiling teeth do the talking. I am the one-liner two-timing bimbo-less wretch of a lady you call friend. I am the cigarette loser who watches your dogs. I will burn your children alive. I am the tree-hugging nonchalant ******** handing out flyers. I will plant a seedling then rip it to shreds. I will wear its bark for armor. Your precious ******* oak puts out cigarette butts now. And from its death we grow cancer cells for fun. Hell, we’re past time for past-times. It’s all coffee and cigarettes now. Coffee and cigarettes and honking horns. Coffee and cigarettes and honking horns and shadows. No more people.
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Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 6:47 PM UTC
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I don’t see people anymore, only shadows. I see their past and future trailing behind and ahead the constant lagging and catching up of them. I am the patch-work mish-mosh made-up creature-being with Past / Future / Present silly-goose whatnots. I am the girl you laugh with at Starbucks because you’re too ****** bored to live for coffee. I get it. Let your smiling teeth do the talking. I am the one-liner two-timing bimbo-less wretch of a lady you call friend. I am the cigarette loser who watches your dogs. I will burn your children alive. I am the tree-hugging nonchalant ******** handing out flyers. I will plant a seedling then rip it to shreds. I will wear its bark for armor. Your precious ******* oak puts out cigarette butts now. And from its death we grow cancer cells for fun. Hell, we’re past time for past-times. It’s all coffee and cigarettes now. Coffee and cigarettes and honking horns. Coffee and cigarettes and honking horns and shadows. No more people.
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Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 6:47 PM UTC
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