Status: Finito.
The Other Things.
“Isn’t it funny?” he would ask, not finishing the statement unless I was paying attention.
I held on to more things just from talking to him; less from sitting behind that fucking desk writing notes all day.
“Static — TV snow — moves. It is an oxymoron
at its finest.”
at its finest.”
© Don'tFearTheReaper 2015-17
Musings of a dying breed.
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clock-in.
prologue. -
Axel.
hobostess with the mostest. -
Boy.
the evil in the world. -
commitment.
catching sock fairies. -
damnation.
not for the afterlife. -
evolve.
devolution of man. -
fabricate.
belief in lies. -
Girl.
counteracts evil. -
hate.
better to hate yourself. -
infliction.
onto oneself. -
joint.
not like that, Miss Victoria. -
killer.
all around you. -
love.
wink, wink; nudge, nudge -
maybe.
and other unknowns. -
naïve.
of love and other things. -
obedience.
to those above you. -
predicament.
when things are out of your control. -
quiet.
the aftermath of chaos. -
ravage.
tearing everything apart. -
sacred.
something to be cherished. -
trust.
the best in others. -
ukulele.
a devil instrument. -
value.
human life over material. -
witness.
to something purely amazing. -
xylitol.
perhaps a tad bittersweet. -
yearn.
if you want it bad enough. -
zygote.
another beginning. -
clock-out.
epilogue.