My hands are melting every time I’m touching the pad.
As if telling me, please do not do it again.
The paper bleeds every time you scream on to it.
Hush.
I dragged my knuckles against a wall of concentrate.
This time I felt nothing.
I guess the pain all ready there
is too great to allow any other variety or brand of any other pain.
You ever seen me laugh to myself.?
It’s the self realization of one self realization of one’s self realization of one’s self realization of one’s self realization of the zation that one’s self is realization.
Fuck it.
I’m crazy.
I’m a broken record dropped on it’s head one too little.
Now I say the same shit over and over again, but I won’t shut up.
Plus I have a hard head,
So that didn’t help much.
Here, grab my hand.
You ready to play this game?
On three, you run.
I’ll watch.
One
Two
Three
No fair.
You cheated
You pushed me.
Where did you go?
Hello?
Damn.
It happened again.
They left.
See.
That wasn’t too bad.
This one will do.
Now what will I call it?
I know.
Funny.
.... don't feel like it's done yet, but w/e
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