Sunday, February 28, 2010

The Hard Road

I don't know how much longer I can wait for everything to be okay. Nothing I do seems to make any difference, and all the grit in my blood is wearing me out from the inside out. I feel... Frayed. I can't even feel the wind any more. I just want to burn up. Blow out. A fast, psychotic suicide by artful manipulation of megadose psychedelic amphetamines - Run down the dogs and rats of this city, eyes bloody with flecks of glass and rusty swarf as I chainwhip the animals and bite out the spines and tongues of their whores.

I don't know your fucking name.
But I will mail your family the footage of me eating your teeth.

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