Again! Again!


He’s doing this thing again where he talks and talks about how I’m so melodramatic and how I should be writing. At first glance it’s beautiful but then when you really dig in you realize he’s really digging in. It’s all perspective I guess. Even though these words may not be mine if I want to paint them on the wall and let them sit there I’ll do it, in blood if I have to. The pile of tissues by my laptop is growing. Maybe I’ve listened to Moonlight Sonata too many times or maybe too many Bomb pops. I should fast and then when I’m on the edge listen to Moonlight Sonata again. I should put my ear to the ground at midnight and listen to the patters of all the little field mice. But there’s a chance I may hear an owl get one and then I would…

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