"Hysterical Avenues"
In a space so designed for circumstances - I've sat lonely for years - expecting wish to belate tears. So careful is the expectancy of wishes. And it's terribly fine to be represented in such lush categories.
A certain madness abound - Does not make hardly make a sound. Except wishful drops in an empty bucket. Cause the once faitful to scream, "Fuck It!". And systematically alone and scared. Sick of the days events imposed on you from hysterical avenues. Never to cease. I've torn a crease in my heart - buried it in the flesh once used for playing. I don't want this. Boredom for fools - a social contract silently made - with "Now will you accept me?" eyes.
I'll bribe you into submission - pay you on Fridays - or maybe every other Thursdays. Laden you down with gold and silver and a big screen tv. I'll laugh when you scream, "Where is ME!!??"
A simple trade - the deals been made - get used to it or I'll extend you another credit card - think hard - but not too deep. It's seems there's not really anymore for me.
g.w. - "did you hear about the study?"
j.d. - "Why?.. is it anything like the other studies?"
g.w. - "No.. quite different"
j.d. - "There's 50 new people - with 50 new steeples. As well as baskets of bread.. for EVERYONE!"
g.w. - "Well - it sounds interesting. I think I'll take a walk to the nearest mall - or possibly the nearest convenient convenience store - and take a moment with the daily news. You know.. to read about it.. that is."
j.d. - "Well.. I've checked the manuscripts and the doctor is DEFINATELY in the day after tomorrow. But I'm still trying to figure out what the fuck I'm going to do for yesterday."
g.w. - "I don't know... does the world have a long enough needle and enough thread for such an adventorous task?.. I mean... pilots in the navy don't even fly that high."
Annihilation of all commited is called for in todays so-s-EYE-ity.
j.d. - "and what do we do today with the critical mass?"
g.w. - "I've posioned all their wells and sat back their clocks. I've hid the oceans and disguised their docks.... They're all trading empty tea barrells now.. "It's Gold.. and PRECIOUS"... is their claim."
j.d. - "Not too sure about that prop(position). It seems sure that they could taste that shit in their water supply though... Makes no sense.... I believe the sun has gone and burned out their eyeballs."
g.w. - "Not as though THAT hasn't happened before. In the time of the 'flat-world', that fucking shit happened all the time. SHIT - people were BORN without eyes. It served to lessen the pain - you know - their eyes would of been burned out anyways..."
j.d. - "I heard they used to have umbilical chords that would gouge the eyes out upon birth... What a fucking concept!!!"
g.w. - "Yes...... Yes it is....."
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