knowing is, depending on the battle, sometimes all you need.
screw sheep. i drift off
counting sharp implements that
might fit in your chest.
there is a sort of boy, slender, with wide round eyes and long careful fingers, he frets about his skin and loves three piece suits, his diction is exemplary, he pronounces all of his consonants . . . these things are not dangerous. but the sort of boy i am speaking of is all of these things and, in addition, his favorite color combination is red and blue. sometimes he will tell you that he likes one more than the other, but it's actually that he likes one best except for when he likes the other best, and really he could never choose one over the other because he can't stand the thought of missing out on something. the red-blue love is the most important piece of the profile.
if you are a girl and you have feelings, do not speak to this boy. he's a rake, a rogue, a cad, and he will kill you. you won't believe it because he'll seem so delicate and metrosexual, but he will. he'll kill you. he'll kill you, and then he'll tell you that you drove him to it with all your sitting quietly and giving him everything he wanted, you crazy, crazy bitch.
don't speak to him. if he tries to touch you, beat him to death with a brick.
you'll read this and ignore it, and someday you and i will meet and you'll say to me,
i thought you were joking. i thought you were joking and i didn't bludgeon him, and he blew my heart into so many pieces i couldn't even find them all. i spent months digging in corners for the missing bits but in the end there was no fixing it. the model i'm working with now is based on a military prototype, in the event of an unforeseen disaster it's designed to break into three dull pieces, big pieces, easy to handle pieces. this one doesn't feel like the last one, but it takes up space like nobody's business.
and then you'll walk away and forget that we ever met, because that's who you'll be then.
rake, rogue, cad. don't make a sound, use the biggest rock you can find.
counting sharp implements that
might fit in your chest.
there is a sort of boy, slender, with wide round eyes and long careful fingers, he frets about his skin and loves three piece suits, his diction is exemplary, he pronounces all of his consonants . . . these things are not dangerous. but the sort of boy i am speaking of is all of these things and, in addition, his favorite color combination is red and blue. sometimes he will tell you that he likes one more than the other, but it's actually that he likes one best except for when he likes the other best, and really he could never choose one over the other because he can't stand the thought of missing out on something. the red-blue love is the most important piece of the profile.
if you are a girl and you have feelings, do not speak to this boy. he's a rake, a rogue, a cad, and he will kill you. you won't believe it because he'll seem so delicate and metrosexual, but he will. he'll kill you. he'll kill you, and then he'll tell you that you drove him to it with all your sitting quietly and giving him everything he wanted, you crazy, crazy bitch.
don't speak to him. if he tries to touch you, beat him to death with a brick.
you'll read this and ignore it, and someday you and i will meet and you'll say to me,
i thought you were joking. i thought you were joking and i didn't bludgeon him, and he blew my heart into so many pieces i couldn't even find them all. i spent months digging in corners for the missing bits but in the end there was no fixing it. the model i'm working with now is based on a military prototype, in the event of an unforeseen disaster it's designed to break into three dull pieces, big pieces, easy to handle pieces. this one doesn't feel like the last one, but it takes up space like nobody's business.
and then you'll walk away and forget that we ever met, because that's who you'll be then.
rake, rogue, cad. don't make a sound, use the biggest rock you can find.
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