Me and you
You and I
“Us”
“We”
We’re on the Internet
RIGHT NOW
Same time
Youre breathing it
It’s muddying you’re skin
As you read
As your parents sleep
Or decay
Or have decayed
Don’t think about it
Nevermind
I’m sorry
I’ve never actually seen star wars
I’ve seen scenes
And the “TV” referendum
But full on
Never
BUT
I’ve seen revenge of the sith
Clone wars
And
Phantom
What are we doing with our lives, you and I?
I feel like pukey shit
Sometime you party too hard
And get bored
When you should have read a book
Happy birthday stranger
Maybe next time
I won’t drive home drunk
It was roughly a quarter after two in the am
Wood panels as steel plates shielded the out from in
3.2 miles of dust and gravel is what it takes for civilization to reach out its empty hands
A decaying town full of timestuck grave minds “making a living” infest the rotted corpse
Proving even flies and maggots make a dead horse seem alive
Dogs bark continuously into the void that it nightset
Confused as why there lightspeck had abandoned them once more
Inside the panelfortress, unrest eats away at the mindseye
“I fear to dream, as I will only be disappointed by waking again”
A sad man says to himself in the silence only broken by light fan whirs and air conditioning clicks and blows and silence like clockwork
Eyes pulsate out of synch with heart
wonderment questions how one could forget how to communicate
Truth goes unappreciated and lies lead listeners to doubt future exformation tales
“I am a liar” he reassures himself unbottoming himself to scratch an area untouched by anyone other than himself for over two and a half years almost as if to reassure “everything’s still there”
As if it would matter seeing how self-hate lead to the unwant of offspring
He was overweight, and unsighteningly disproportionate
And symmetrically displeasing to say the least
An unbelievable stretchmark reached from the back of the neck down zig-zagged down his right asscheek before ending midway his right calf leaving a look as if he was about to be ripped in two before someone decided on more productive uses of time and strength (like ripping a phonebook or lifting up manhole covers in hopes of someone being hurt)
Scar tissue like a mangled rotisserie chicken’s outer leather skin above the leftern region of the crown (from a onesided bottle-strike that solidified the end of his drinking days) distracted from a receiding hairline and raw-hamburgeresque acne scars
a loud sigh of relief belted forth from his large flabby midsection
“all I really want is to be in love again,”
He says to an empty room
“but I believe I have forgotten how”
Social interactions petrified him
Even finding common ground couldn’t open the door to a likelihood of acquaintanceship let alone friendship
So alone he sits digging an ever deeper hole of self-isolation
He bought a dog he forgets to feed
And still mopes on most occasions
One day the dog will eat his face or chew his legs when he dies his sleep
mellieinlights asked: Yes, that is a giant McDonald's fry.
My brother used to work at mcdonalds
He knew the enter menu by heart
He ate it all
You name it
Not that fish though
Never that
He used to get way to drunk
And go to work
He doesn’t work at mcdonalds anymore
