-She was into you when she thought you were famous but you explain that you’re still working on getting your first book published and suddenly she has to get to bed for work the next day. Welcome to the life…
-Not everyone will like you and this is due to many things but the main reason will be _______ (fill in the blank).
-Chin perched on the rounded edge and all thoughts draining down down down. This could be it you say to yourself, the day I’ve been waiting for. You can almost feel the dew forming on your forehead and the phone rings. The voice is all at once familiar and all at once you are reconnected, pulled out of place with slick black walls and no bottom. The voice tells you that it just bought a new Corvette and has been racing teenagers. You laugh hard for the first time in a long time and you remember…
-You will have a choice in the beginning, way before memories form. It is risky, nothing sure. You are a gambler so you shoot the dice. It’s all or nothing baby. The dice are still rolling and you can’t stop them…
-Old pictures scare me. Some old songs remind me of death. Some old people that sang these songs and were in these pictures are still alive…kind of…
3 comments:
fame-hungry whore. [i meant the girl]
Ker, fuck them all, but in a non-literal sense. They're all nothing. Most people you meet are pigs in their own way. Let them be. Let them to someone deserving - another pig scouting out rotten apple cores and mud baths.
And, that which instills fear in you is the inspiration we all need.
Forget the book! These are lines right out an angst filled, brooding screenplay about angry, frustrated people crashing into each other and allthe dust they leave behind. How does it end? Does it end? Keep going! You are good.
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