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. . . . . . . . . . "whatmakesdemonscry"
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. . . . . . . . . . . . . . by Alek
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"when forever comes crashing"
have you ever felt like this? I�ve trapped my childhood inside that
snow globe over there. I want to walk into the shadows, walk into the
shadows with you. like we've done before. millions of instances. memories
in notebooks. seven fucking years worth of absolute shit. in a box
somewhere in the cellar. stacked underneath a box of sweaters. or records,
perhaps. they belong down there, dampness and darkness and concrete.
although, I don�t like to think about that anymore. I�m twenty now.
"my vintage microphone"
this would happen during night time mostly. he would be wearing his
hat and I would not be wearing a hat. he would climb up their front stairs.
he would then make sure no one was watching. I would look all around too.
we would get yelled at if someone saw. then, he would climb up on the
railing and do a flip into the big bush below. id help him out, and we'd
run, laughing.
�the fine art of falling�
every once in awhile I get a little home sick. little random things
remind me of you. I wish you were around at 4pm. I wish there was someone
here for me to try to convince that I could grind my car on the guardrail on
the highway and land a perfect switch sex change back onto the highway. I�m
dying here. the angels said that they wouldn�t save me. the angels said
only you could save me.
�a thousand falling skies�
the power had gone off while I was gone. I had hot coffee in one
hand and 6 cds in the other. I kept banging into shit. I went back out and
drove to the 24 hours pharmacy and bought a flashlight so I could find my
way around the house. with the help of my new flashlight, I made it up to
my room safely. I found my goldschlager and let the darkness consume me.
"diediediediediediediediediediediediediediedieDEAD"
I hear television in the background. war movies. e! true hollywood
story, charles nelson riley. he was never the center square. goddamned you
jm j bullock! haha, you got the aids.
but I�m a soldier. watch me cave in. watch me pick betty white for
the block. ah, I messed my pants again. damn you. the bodies are mangled
and in piles. I want to set them on fire, but I don�t like how it smell.
burning flesh always reminds me of your perfume.
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. anada 127 by Alek (c)2000 anada e'zine .
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