Bazooka“Hey, you want one?” “Yeah, you got a light?” “Sure.” He held the pack out to me and I reached my hand up to gently pull out the long, slender cigarette. Just holding it made me happier. His lighter was lost in one of his bottomless pockets so as he fumbles looking for it, I examined the source of my joy. There is nothing really that great about a cigarette other than the way the smoke fills your lungs and burns your throat and nostrils giving you an amazing euphoria. But the look of them, it really isn’t all that special. What made this so appealing to me before I ever knew what it felt liBazooka
United Slaughterers of AmericaYou hurt meUnited Slaughterers of America
And for the millions of others who never had the chance to say it You hurt them You support the murder You support the pain You alone allow this holocaust You alone are the New Nazi You have the "right" to choose They never did And because of people like you They never will You are killing them You are killing me
Dear JennyYou called me yesterday.Dear Jenny
Your voice sounded the way it did years ago. Your laugh too, it's still the same. Shrill yet hollow. Like the sound of metal chairs scraping against the floor. Every time I hear it, it reminds me of classrooms, of feet shuffling. Of dismissals and of leaving. I wanted to leave you then. To press the END button even before you could say anything.
I don't really mind. Even if all you talked about is sex and your boyfriend and how thin you have gotten over the last few months. And how you desperately want to kill yourself again. I tried to be polite. With my uh-huh's and yeses and occasional gru
Erring on the edge of safe.
Stunned
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Watching old baseball games
And low budget telethons
Ain't like watching you yourself
When you yourself is on
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Watching old baseball games
And low budget telethons
Ain't like watching you yourself
When you yourself is on
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dianaSTFUxx
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Can I Play with Madness?
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