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A beautiful winding road when courage races down, they meet face to face, a steering wheel in the mouth and pieces of metal tear the eyes. They wave at each other. I'm the one that looks the other way. I make sure this isn't smoke in my eyes. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ MY WIFE KICKS ME IN THE SHINS BECAUSE i'M TOO NICE & I'M TOO DISHONEST \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ When I pass Hopkins Steel, the boisterous starlets covered by make-up gowns see beyond the factory smoke. I just need to take another Xan to help myself forget about how much I want to puke. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ I come to a stop. This time I smell smoke which resembles the humble. I peek through the window and I see them on fire. Stillness. Until they all crumble to the ground. They werenever worried about their features; their possessions or their impressions because they didn't have any. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ The contorted fan swung with his limbs rigid and stiff; directing a lost signal. Set like a stone for me to run from. A hand come out from the smoke and twists my arm. The look of his charred face forces my ***** a gooey black tar of resentment. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ I'm now waiting tables. I think of my wife sleeping with her boss. I think of her nagging at me whenever she hears me breath. If Karma doesn't exist, then maybe I should just thrw her under a BUS. She fell! She wasn't pushed . . . \\\\\\ An arrogant customer persists insults. He demand for coffee. His previous did not taste of his brand. "Your face is one hot coal waiting to get ****** on." I come back with the coffee; tainted with my own ***** matter. "You might as well quit now you ******* low life." I throw the coffee in his face, stannds up and screams. His entire face is scolding, he smells like **** and is crying like a ******* BABY. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ I'm sitting on the bedside, contemplating. There's blended merlot & Sonata with cherry ice cubes. ynoT, I've filled my sock with aerosol. Might as well join the Rugby Boys. It's the kindest geture I've done to myself.
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Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 4:05 AM UTC
jp-mantler
Life of a Nobody
A beautiful winding road when courage races down, they meet face to face, a steering wheel in the mouth and pieces of metal tear the eyes. They wave at each other. I'm the one that looks the other way. I make sure this isn't smoke in my eyes. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ MY WIFE KICKS ME IN THE SHINS BECAUSE i'M TOO NICE & I'M TOO DISHONEST \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ When I pass Hopkins Steel, the boisterous starlets covered by make-up gowns see beyond the factory smoke. I just need to take another Xan to help myself forget about how much I want to puke. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ I come to a stop. This time I smell smoke which resembles the humble. I peek through the window and I see them on fire. Stillness. Until they all crumble to the ground. They werenever worried about their features; their possessions or their impressions because they didn't have any. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ The contorted fan swung with his limbs rigid and stiff; directing a lost signal. Set like a stone for me to run from. A hand come out from the smoke and twists my arm. The look of his charred face forces my ***** a gooey black tar of resentment. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ I'm now waiting tables. I think of my wife sleeping with her boss. I think of her nagging at me whenever she hears me breath. If Karma doesn't exist, then maybe I should just thrw her under a BUS. She fell! She wasn't pushed . . . \\\\\\ An arrogant customer persists insults. He demand for coffee. His previous did not taste of his brand. "Your face is one hot coal waiting to get ****** on." I come back with the coffee; tainted with my own ***** matter. "You might as well quit now you ******* low life." I throw the coffee in his face, stannds up and screams. His entire face is scolding, he smells like **** and is crying like a ******* BABY. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ I'm sitting on the bedside, contemplating. There's blended merlot & Sonata with cherry ice cubes. ynoT, I've filled my sock with aerosol. Might as well join the Rugby Boys. It's the kindest geture I've done to myself.
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