

sounds of the eveningsome moan for cigarettes, others for cheap drinks and slobber from others. some for footsteps tosounds of the evening
never reach the bottom of the stairs, some to never have to answer the door when it knocks. they scratch at the door but can't get it, some some wish for strength enough to knock it down.
i haven't listened much about weakness, but not all that much has been said.


pack of death now, damnit.her fingers kept pestering my sides, i jolted to the right everytime. she smiledpack of death now, damnit.
with her yellow teeth chomped down and wide.
i moved a cushion down, closer to the ash tray and lit up a cigarette. she asked for one, and moved closer, too.


you say potato, i say bullshityou say potato, i say bullshit =====================you say potato, i say bullshit
a boy holds his mother's hand in to the grocery store. she grasps the basket while the boy guides, gathering groceries.
the woman takes her hankerchief away from her face for a fresh breath. she tosses cans and glasses from the produce casket and lays down.
the boy takes the remaining items with him to the front counter and warms of the mess on aisle 6.
a cashier drags a wet mop through the store to clean her up.
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Your works sick!
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The early bird catches the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.
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Knock knock knocking on heavens dooouuor!!
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