mordicai caeli (mordicai) wrote,
mordicai caeli

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you want to talk about falling apart. in your oh so desperate blue suit (the colour you wear when the dead one's you). i can only joke really. but then, i've got street cred. i got hit, & i shattered. how is that for losing a fight? i'm fucking fortinbras recalled to the north. i'll hit this dance floor when its covered in bodies but not before. fuck you, & sir, fuck you. i thought we were friends because we were both rubble. but you are the rubble of a cathedral; every single brick is a lie. i'm not talking to you until you get hip to the french revolution; no king & no god? thats a trade i'll take.

i don't know why i fought with her last night; maybe it was just the drinking. maybe it was the city outside the window. but i laughed watching the movie & told her i wasn't happy with my life. but. but when i told her i was happy with her, i meant it. i'm an oil baron putting my fortune on a single pony. but. but with total confidence. she can run any race, any day. as long as she's around my sword will stay sharp. i'll forget this destro face of mine in an instant. she invented binary. she is the ghost of an analog universe.

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