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just me and liz and im just laying there. it's too hot to move, and my life is too sticky. i tell her i don't understand people the way i thought i did. or rather as it turns out, i suppose i wasn't as truly cynical as i should have been. good and bad people don't exist. theyre one in the same character. our bumps and brushes with others in our lives bring out the good and bad in each other.
it makes me not want to speak to anyone again.
for once i am innocent, and the other is immature, petty, and obsessive- like a clumsy theif trying to steal apples in the daylight. the theif tells me things and tries to entice me with his failed wit and deceptively uncunning personality as i watch him try to steal apples from me. they used to say, an eye for an eye... an eye for an eye leaves everyone blind... but what if we never saw anything in the first place? i act like i dont see this theif. i try to help him. i try to be nice. i smile through gritted teeth. i am fucking cordial. i bring out the worst in this theif. or so i would like to believe. i think he is maybe going through a rough time in his life. maybe he cannot feed his family. but the sloth of his stealth irks me so much i want him to get caught up in his own net. he leaves evidence everywhere. sloppy in his mission, unkempt in his life. dresses conspicuously. tells everyone he is a theif. he is so pathetic in his attempt i almost feel pity for him, but honestly, the laziness in his ways earns him no respect. you are as slick as a fat ninja with epilepsy. your constant self-delusion is pervasive and the consistancy of your idiocy is almost worthy of an award. but i tolerate his presence. an apple here and there wont harm me too much. but one day im afraid ill chop the motherfucker's hands off as payment due.
she tells me to quit fretting. these are the little inconveniences that come and go. no one can keep their head bowed down forever and get anywhere. so we'll continue to bump, bruise, crash into each other. life was made with a bang, a cry, a shock; there was never a low, distilled slouch of an entrance into existence.
it makes me not want to speak to anyone again.
for once i am innocent, and the other is immature, petty, and obsessive- like a clumsy theif trying to steal apples in the daylight. the theif tells me things and tries to entice me with his failed wit and deceptively uncunning personality as i watch him try to steal apples from me. they used to say, an eye for an eye... an eye for an eye leaves everyone blind... but what if we never saw anything in the first place? i act like i dont see this theif. i try to help him. i try to be nice. i smile through gritted teeth. i am fucking cordial. i bring out the worst in this theif. or so i would like to believe. i think he is maybe going through a rough time in his life. maybe he cannot feed his family. but the sloth of his stealth irks me so much i want him to get caught up in his own net. he leaves evidence everywhere. sloppy in his mission, unkempt in his life. dresses conspicuously. tells everyone he is a theif. he is so pathetic in his attempt i almost feel pity for him, but honestly, the laziness in his ways earns him no respect. you are as slick as a fat ninja with epilepsy. your constant self-delusion is pervasive and the consistancy of your idiocy is almost worthy of an award. but i tolerate his presence. an apple here and there wont harm me too much. but one day im afraid ill chop the motherfucker's hands off as payment due.
she tells me to quit fretting. these are the little inconveniences that come and go. no one can keep their head bowed down forever and get anywhere. so we'll continue to bump, bruise, crash into each other. life was made with a bang, a cry, a shock; there was never a low, distilled slouch of an entrance into existence.