not that i'm aiming at any point; quite the contrary. i'm completely on team shoot the breeze. shoot everything, actually. i don't know. i am, if we want to be honest? i mean, i'm kind of self conscious about it. but she's home, & it changes the entire game. i live a life that makes the whole lonely game a joke. existentialism? do you have any fucking idea who i am? you want to talk about scared? about abandonment? well fuck you. i'm cut of an entirely diffrent cloth. but my point is more- here i am, in the empty corridors of life, but there she is asleep over there like an idol laid out upon the altar. to wax poetic would be bullshit, because wax melts beneath fire. i kevlar poetic sometimes about her. she's my girl. all the hurt, all the mess? some people chalk it up to experiance. i chalk it up to trial & error. i'm fucking crazy when i look at her. i mean, i'm not kidding when i say i should kill her. she holds too many cards. we all know i won't, but i mean. the things i'd do for her make the heroism of your life look like my daily subway ride. but that shouldn't come as any surprise. i'm much, much better than everyone else, even if it is a matter of kind. we angels are of an iron you clay-born cannot know.
the fog is lifted!
not that i'm aiming at any point; quite the contrary. i'm completely on team shoot the breeze. shoot everything, actually. i don't know. i am, if we want to be honest? i mean, i'm kind of self conscious about it. but she's home, & it changes the entire game. i live a life that makes the whole lonely game a joke. existentialism? do you have any fucking idea who i am? you want to talk about scared? about abandonment? well fuck you. i'm cut of an entirely diffrent cloth. but my point is more- here i am, in the empty corridors of life, but there she is asleep over there like an idol laid out upon the altar. to wax poetic would be bullshit, because wax melts beneath fire. i kevlar poetic sometimes about her. she's my girl. all the hurt, all the mess? some people chalk it up to experiance. i chalk it up to trial & error. i'm fucking crazy when i look at her. i mean, i'm not kidding when i say i should kill her. she holds too many cards. we all know i won't, but i mean. the things i'd do for her make the heroism of your life look like my daily subway ride. but that shouldn't come as any surprise. i'm much, much better than everyone else, even if it is a matter of kind. we angels are of an iron you clay-born cannot know.
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