Love sick fever
Ive weeped and told myself that it was okay. I'll distract myself with bombs and knives to help me not think. I have to grow up and think correctly. I can't let these emotions tear me apart to no accomplishing goal.
I've pointed at the sky thinking it would disturb the clouds. I chuckle a bit - for a moment, i think they frowned upon and asked me to point somewhere else. I wasn't concerned about their feelings. I'll keep walking to get to the store to get my smokes.
Now i can create clouds. Clouds that will run on command and speak when spoken too! I think if i start to name them they'll be more distinct from one another and then have cloud babies with toothaches and...
The feeling of agony within my heart races back to me with ease. I only asked once for it to go away, and it said
"no".
A really bad sore that was taking longer than usual to heal.
"Hey, can you help me?"
"I cannot"
They said while moving past the atmosphere into the galaxy.
I remember those eyes. The eyes of something that could understand and the tricks that come with it. A magic show with clowns that honk their horns in your eye socket and pony's that grasp your crotch and make trucks cry out your name.
I hate niggers