shivvvv.... crashing.
suicide and schizophrenia are the new past-times.
hands in the air and blood on the walls! how did such a lovely evening become such a gruesome sight? i guess it could be said that it was a long time coming but no one paid it any mind since denial was becoming such a busy state, not really the kind of place to raise a family. accident prone drivers are flocking in droves and the pile-ups are likely to continue with no signs of an ambulance. it’s so quiet out that if there were any sirens at all you could hear them for miles, but there hasn’t been so much as a sigh or a laugh since it all began. scaling trees in search of relief. beds made of wires and knives line the streets as though they are at attention, awaiting orders from some sort of sickly representative of the most depraved coalition ever assembled. as part of their mind games, i can’t even shower anymore without the feeling that tiny astronauts are washing my hair for me. it saves me some effort but it gives me the creeps.
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