Thursday, May 5, 2011

ruination day

I can't stand this awful shit anymore. I need something dredged from far below, something black and curious and irresistible. something like a bullet to the back of the head, put away special for that day or tomorrow drenched in tar. knees buckled against the serious weight, I still do not find it hard to walk. but after today, I will never be trusted again. this is karmic vengeance ... like a great ball of fire dropped from incredible heights.
Posted by mr. nathan murphy at 12:13 AM

2 comments:

  1. Shannon Morley MillikenMay 5, 2011 at 1:08 PM

    You sound like Sylvia Plath.

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  2. PatrickMay 5, 2011 at 5:26 PM

    Is this about the Entwistle thing? Because you don't have to be him, you know. Choose your own destiny! But don't read it all the way through from beginning to end, it doesn't work that way. It won't make any sense and your death will never be a surprise.

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