
"eh," he said, cigarette dangling precariously from those thin lips, his head shaking in that almost nervous tick of a manner, "i don't know, those pretty things, beautiful women," which was almost spat out and i recoiled with distaste immediately, knowing at once what he was talking about. Diamonds Of The Human Race. "girls who have been told their whole lives that they are beautiful. that's why i like to get 'em while they're young. cause it ruins them." i was nodding with a sullen grace at that point and he stubbed out his cigarette with a sigh. this one was a gonner and he was 'round the table, headin' inside for another cup of poison and i released my own stream of death. "it's worse than bein' told you're ugly, you know? it just kills them, just ruins 'em. that's why it's better to be middle of the road plain--!" his arm swept a broad streak as he pulled open the door and we shared a smirk - another road we both traversed secretly and were now familiar with the bump into each other in the fits of emotional upheavals we'd unload to each other between passings.
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[i'm recycling some things for everyone's own good today.]
{{{{{{{i dream of chilly autumn afternoons where petere ::ever since i was young his name had an extra e at the end:: will share a joint a cigarette a coffee and some writings on rocking chairs on the porch of a house whose owner we will not know but our writings will have garnered us the ability to borrow one's porch for a toke and a scan over words and we'll carry red pens and leather bound journals and we'll fix some grammatical errors (none too grievous) before pushing out our lower lips in thought, nodding, and heading on our ways - he to create and i to ease my way with a slide of a hip back in to this realm of groove}}}}}}}
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I wanted to write on a giant posterboard that
I stood on the roof at sunset and lit cigarettes, flicking them away after I got one good drag. I watched as the cigarette hit concrete and erupted into sparks and ash and it was all done and over with after second so I’d throw another one. I wanted to be the spark that faded last.
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actually, fuck that, if someone could draw a connection or make a joke with that i'd love to hear it while waiting in line for anything.
once again: THE SICKNESS HAS STARTED TO AFFECT MY COHERENCE BEYOND EVERYDAY CONVERSATION.
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