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And two single droplets linger on the brink before slowly cascading down. A child in black and white picks a red rose but pricks her skin in the process. Crimson joins crystal in an emotion stream. The beat is rhythmic but the melody is out of tune. The boxes can never all be ticked in one attempt, for there is never enough ink. Scratch profanities into wood and the movie will begin. You are not here. Every language is confusing and the volume at which it is spoken does little to affect translation. Remember how your hand looks linked with another. You're one of the crazy beautiful. Try not to fall down stairs. Perhaps I could hop up them. Perhaps I'd fall down instead. I paint not what I see. I see you. I'm not in the habit of buying gifts for anyone but me. Six months of being dependent only on your own emotional energy will do that. It's jet and heading north. It won't affect me this time. Who will hit publish first? The sound of a strobe light is a bitter nostalgia. Blood splatter on a clear shower curtain. Beautiful lies. Maybe I'm not always wrong. That's your story honey; and if you want to continue living that story go right ahead. Have fun with that. All of you who think i should be something else, someone else. Renae, Jordan, Sally. Thankyou for being shit. Thankyou to everyone who is shit in my life, for you mirror my projection. You're all sheeps and cattle.

Peace out mother fuckers.