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When someone thinks of the word spill, they usually think of spilt milk. Or spilt food. It could refer to hundreds of eager school children in clearly elderly building with vines and broken yellowing windows spilling outside the double doors to the clang of a fire drill in the early morning. I could even spill my guts to her one boy friend about the night of that one party at that one place when she screwed that one boy. An aspiring Warhol spilling paints to add the finishing streaks and strays to his seventeen day masterpiece of acrylics on a canvas of bed sheets. I could spill my heart out to a lost love(r) through a plastic receiver to telephone wires, or a stranger, pleading for a ride home in the rain.
I'm pretty sure when I woke up this moring I wanted to hang myself, and vomit everything I ever looked at, looked like, and over looked through every orfice of my body. I'm including pores, open wounds, and piercings in this. Spill me some mother fucking medication, doctor "manic-depressive", because this girl just might not pull through. Pills are over rated, but not as much as glimmering handbags. I swear on my altoid tin of assorted accumilated pills that walking through the over crowded hallways at my school is a tad similar, if not exactly the same as being at a disco. There are enough blinding lights bobbing through, walking too slow, or set on the floor to compete fairly agaisnt Mr. General Electric himself.
I'm good to go. I took three, and wished myself sensible dreams.
I'm pretty sure when I woke up this moring I wanted to hang myself, and vomit everything I ever looked at, looked like, and over looked through every orfice of my body. I'm including pores, open wounds, and piercings in this. Spill me some mother fucking medication, doctor "manic-depressive", because this girl just might not pull through. Pills are over rated, but not as much as glimmering handbags. I swear on my altoid tin of assorted accumilated pills that walking through the over crowded hallways at my school is a tad similar, if not exactly the same as being at a disco. There are enough blinding lights bobbing through, walking too slow, or set on the floor to compete fairly agaisnt Mr. General Electric himself.
I'm good to go. I took three, and wished myself sensible dreams.