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"i hate my father...", the monster says.
"And the man who replaced him." he finishes.
"Who doesn't?" She says, as she leaves the apartment, leaves the monster at an old computer and quiet music.
quiet music.
quiet.
He types.
- I have a friend, he is mostly made of pain. He wakes up, drives to work, and then straight back home again. he once cut one of my nightmares out of paper. I thought it was beautiful, i put it on a record cover.
And i tried to tell him that he had a sense,
of color and composition so magnificent.
And he said "thank you, please
but your flattery
is truly not
becoming me
your eyes are poor,
you are blind.
you see
no beauty could have
come from me
I am a waste
of breath
of space
of time."
I knew a woman; she was dignified and true. Her love for her man was one of her many virtues. Until one day, she found out that he had lied and decided the rest of her life, from that point on would be a lie. But she was grateful for everything that had happened. And she was anxious for all that would come next.
But then she wept.
what did you expect?
In that big, old house
with all those cars that she had kept.
"oh!" and "such is life."
she often said.
With one day
leading to the next,
you get a little closer
to your death,
which was fine with her.
She never got upset
and with all the days
she may have left,
she would never clean
another mess
or fold his shirts
or look her best.
She was free
to waste
away
alone.
Last night, my brother, he got drunk and drove. And this cop he pulled him off to the side of the road. And he said "Officer! Officer! you have got the wrong man! No, no, im a student of medicine, the son of a banker. You don't understand!" The cop said, "No one got hurt, you should be thankful. And your carelessness, it is something awful.
And no, i can't just let you go,
And though your father's name is known
your decisions now are yours alone.
You are nothing
but a stepping stone
on a path
to debt
to loss
to shame."
The last few months i have been living with this couple. Yeah, you know the kind that buy everything in doubles. They fit together like a puzzle. I love their love and i am thankful that someone actually receives the prize that was promised, by all those fairy tales that drugged us.
And they still do me.
I'm sick, lonely
no laurel tree
just green envy
will my number come up
eventually?
Like love is some kind of lottery,
where you scratch and see what is underneath
Its "Sorry"
just one cherry!
"Play Again"
Get lucky.
The monster rests his hands...
"And the man who replaced him." he finishes.
"Who doesn't?" She says, as she leaves the apartment, leaves the monster at an old computer and quiet music.
quiet music.
quiet.
He types.
- I have a friend, he is mostly made of pain. He wakes up, drives to work, and then straight back home again. he once cut one of my nightmares out of paper. I thought it was beautiful, i put it on a record cover.
And i tried to tell him that he had a sense,
of color and composition so magnificent.
And he said "thank you, please
but your flattery
is truly not
becoming me
your eyes are poor,
you are blind.
you see
no beauty could have
come from me
I am a waste
of breath
of space
of time."
I knew a woman; she was dignified and true. Her love for her man was one of her many virtues. Until one day, she found out that he had lied and decided the rest of her life, from that point on would be a lie. But she was grateful for everything that had happened. And she was anxious for all that would come next.
But then she wept.
what did you expect?
In that big, old house
with all those cars that she had kept.
"oh!" and "such is life."
she often said.
With one day
leading to the next,
you get a little closer
to your death,
which was fine with her.
She never got upset
and with all the days
she may have left,
she would never clean
another mess
or fold his shirts
or look her best.
She was free
to waste
away
alone.
Last night, my brother, he got drunk and drove. And this cop he pulled him off to the side of the road. And he said "Officer! Officer! you have got the wrong man! No, no, im a student of medicine, the son of a banker. You don't understand!" The cop said, "No one got hurt, you should be thankful. And your carelessness, it is something awful.
And no, i can't just let you go,
And though your father's name is known
your decisions now are yours alone.
You are nothing
but a stepping stone
on a path
to debt
to loss
to shame."
The last few months i have been living with this couple. Yeah, you know the kind that buy everything in doubles. They fit together like a puzzle. I love their love and i am thankful that someone actually receives the prize that was promised, by all those fairy tales that drugged us.
And they still do me.
I'm sick, lonely
no laurel tree
just green envy
will my number come up
eventually?
Like love is some kind of lottery,
where you scratch and see what is underneath
Its "Sorry"
just one cherry!
"Play Again"
Get lucky.
The monster rests his hands...