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shootout
Do you shoot out someone's innards, exploding from the inside out? Are you shooting out the mind, sanity on it's knees? Or is it just that the gun is inside out and now when it goes bang bang your face will go hang hang?
driving
stopping going not much to say as your trapped in two rolling wheels invented before our time, perfected with little stubbles that shouldn't be shaved. So many people so close to one another, in danger of death but eating a banana instead. We drive to work to death to life to children the American means of getting to our not too far away places because walking would wear out our TOMS shoes.
etiquette
etiquette the word itself makes you follow it it preys upon the weak it makes you seek perfection all of us trying to fit in changing ourselves with drugs to fit something but then we're told to be different
plague
If I shaved m y skin to give to yours could you survive this day of blood clogging up veins? I touch your tongue and bumps erupt, my fingers tasting everything I run them over fellow humans THey taste of decay, rust, sweat I taste myself I taste this human disease
plague
the plague sends sparks over my head, how strange for I've eaten no decayed rats, they must have been squished my feet within the night, yet oh dear gwarsh that means I have been sleep walking, what a fit mother will throw for I probably ate all the fruit and left a frightful met of chocolate melted against my bra that failed to come off.
straw
Suck suck bite bite think of your lover in stripes and your sucking on a candycane from last night with the moments of sweet taking your lips for a spin into a barber shop.