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05.25.03::19:50 boys don't cry. stupid movies always make me cry. 2 am phone calls with a bitter ring and no release, spider web blankets and a cold foreign hand on my thigh. sad make-out music from yesterdays ago, i can't stand it. intricate numbers and formations that won't ever make sense to me. no more pure white, no more pure black, just empty telephone wires and malicious children.
and i will never ever say that it's been fun. nor will i ever give up my childhood or cease to chastise you for yours. write my name on elastic bands so i remember what to say when i see you. speeches line my palms so i can force candy-coated words out and my jaw doesn't lock. that's as far as it ever will go. necromancy. |