all our lives we spend it chasing something being somebody trying to be the exact copy of someone else we live in a simulacrum so real we don’t know it’s a simulacrum. just like choosing red or blue pills we choose to live in that simulacrum or open our eyes and see the truth but to be honest who would take the hard way touch your heart touch your face touch your breasts grope them touch your groin caress it touch your scars reality is a hard choice so go back to that rat race and chase that job chase that partner chase those kids around the tree screw your partner three times a week in your mediocre sad life and die and have a funeral with beautiful eulogies and a bank account to be distributed by the cold unmoving lawyer. the simulacra we live is an envelope of simulacrum and we don’t know and even if we do we choose to ignore the fact. we chose the *fill-in-the-color* pill and we’re all here. now who will save you and me from each other. if i cannot have you, i will kill you.
over and over.
let your head go, qi. like you honestly care.
yes i do.
no you don’t.
okay maybe she doesn’t. but so what?
yeah so what?
it hurt more than i thought it would. be still beating heart, be still. time will heal you. sleepless at seven with the mind running amok in fields of black wheat and being chased by three ghosts in lipstick and rouge. listening to the lesbian drama anthem on repeat and on repeat and the lyrics flash in my head…………………………………..
sigh. so disjointed.
Filed under: raging
where my temper stems from, it is obviously from my father.
gee. screaming matches always result in me crying.
v v v v v v v v vv v v v v vvv v v v v angry.
WHO THE HELL WATCHES SOUP BOIL???? FOR TWO, THREE HOURS?
WHY WOULD I WANT TO BURN DOWN YOUR EXPENSIVE HOUSE?
