In the summer I bleed for trees and animals and insects and trains. My friend jumped in front of a train last year. I hate guns. I love knives. It takes effort to stab someone. It becomes an art. But you keep it to yourself or they call you crazy. Crazy is everyone. Crazy good. Crazy man.
Don’t you know no one wants to hear about your troubles? We all have problems. We can’t even look in the mirror for too long. Unless we hate ourselves. Flaws are monsters underneath the bed. Love is a pebble stuck in your shoe. Spiders are crawling and worms are wiggling while a baby is babbling.
No one knows who that dead guy under the bridge is. He has no social security number. That could be you. But your parents were different. They tried to make you successful. That didn’t turn out well. No one is well. We smile and widen those smiles till they hurt. All for a boss who doesn’t pay us enough to survive. Meetings are made to kill time. We kill ourselves every day.
The sticks are glued to the dirt tha…
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