

Should've Brought a ShovelA box of dust and bone fragments; Fingers dug into soil with urgency, faster and faster until the nails nearly ripped from their beds. I intered the letter there. Just a piece of parchment that I tore from my soul. If that two foot by two foot pit had been dug deeper I would have buried more than just my secrets with you.Should've Brought a Shovel


i think it was a fridayI walked about 4 miles home while nursing a bottle of vodka.i think it was a friday
I've seen these houses, these businesses, every day for years but now they glow with that pre-dawn illuminance offered by speeding drunks and cops and kids on pcp screaming down alleys when I'm the only one who can hear.
I don't remember it raining during the night but the puddles huddling against the curbs seem to remind me of something. Something lost and stagnant like the abandoned bastard water that exists without the rain to blame it on.
I left the party and the friends when I realized that I hated every
| I am the taboo epidemic that no one dares to speak of. I am the mentally ill. |
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To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
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You're my favourite disease...
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make a map of what you see; direct pain effectively.
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You're my favourite disease...
--
To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
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"I'm not gonna say anything inspirational; I'm just gonna fucking swear a lot." Billie Joe Armstrong
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To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
--
You're my favourite disease...
--
To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
--
To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
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