Tonight...
I might do a lot of meth and put on my cat tongue underwear, swishing and sliding, feeling the needle pricks, like velcro, against my skin.
I might push a pin through my skin to let the pressure out of my skull, my throbbing temples filled with the angst and rage of failure.
I might weep in my sleep, heavy tears rolling down my cheeks and pooling in my beard.
Tonight, I might....
posted by savagefredd @ 11:57 PM
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Hope you're okay, Fredd.
Does this lyric match the mood?
"'Ya bleed just to know you're alive."
aha - fredd speaks. after weeks of periodically cycling back to see whasup...something's up.
tight piece. i wonder if it's part of a larger piece.
"cat tongue underwear" i immediately think of catholic priests flagellating themselves - isn't it the same.
who hasn't felt this depth of despair at some point in their lives.
is it fiction? is it auto biographical? is it both?
ladies,
thanks for checking in on my. I'm feeling fantastic, just had to let the mad hatter out of his cage.
In that case, it's a damn good little bita....
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