Firehoops,put another coin in and turn the key,he clocks in for the evening,taking his card from the reception desk and signing it then running it through the machine for verification, his family greet him at the door,hes been dreading this moment all day, as he does everyday,the children part (jim 6,lucy 7)he can feel his heart rate increasing,there she is doing the ironing "hi" its a smile... but is it an ironic one?is it her cruel joke?does she plan these evenings out all day in painstaking detail? "hiya" she says in return,hes ok tonight, hes ok.
meditations,the hole where a tooth used to be, the feeling of pained emptyness stretching over the whole body,glycerine as blood the flow stretching beyond the horizon and full of tiny little nails the fingers unable to open fully and a pain from trying, they are longer than they seem,teeth shine beautifully,tongue pink and rough acheing with its swollen size.
louisa,three tickets,three stations,she didnt get a choice in whether she was fucked up or not,her sister and her parents would always see that she had her fair share of emotional trauma her sister would make the mistakes she could learn from should her parents let her out of the house, i guess that since he died theyll have moved, certainly by now.
pain/relief - euphoria - lonely.alone.lone. beaten
broken spine,take away a childs hope at an early age and they'll either study hard and go on to great things or they'll be a teen suicide.teen, teen, teen.predict.
godboy,you really make me fucking sick,your certainly arent stupid yet you freely preach something that is as valuable in the long run as the smurfs, i hope you like being kissed by old preachy women,i hope you like the fact that noone respects you,that people will go out of their way to avoid you, i hope that goes into your stuck up,preachy clean cut head of yours,we of course appreciate the lengths you go to to make homosexual people so unwelcome around here and i truly love the little fishy design on your car window that i peel off and bin so regularly (yes thats me,bitch)i dont know quite why i hate you so much but i just do,i hate your face.
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