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[td][div style="background:#F5F5DC; width: 520px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; padding:10px; font-family:courier"][color=black]this took me a while to write. dunno why. i guess its because i know peri better than the others, so its harder to sit in the dark, scribbling shit about her on a piece of crumbled paper. i feel like i should have gotten better paper.
i remember - and yeah i know it was only a fucking week ago, leave me alone - but i remember when i turned up at the border and she came up, smiling. still dunno if she was laughing with me or at me. i like to think it was the former but it probably wasn't. i don't know french for shit but i guess it was worth making a fool of myself.
she's some kinda genius, i just know. she's so smart-- so much smarter than me-- and I'm just waiting for the day she takes over the world. maybe I'll be there to calm her down if world domination gets too much and she gets like she did the time we got locked in the underground; all panicky and stuff. not that I'm any good at that. i'll learn.
(by the way, who the fuck made her like that? ill go full Hannibal and ill fuckin eat you, i swear. no hesitation.)
it feels weird to get all attached to someone so quick. guess it feels weird to get attached to someone, period. i had this weird fucking feeling when i saw her disappear into the water the other day, and i don't ever wanna feel it again. not to sound like some failed poet, but it felt like i-- actually, you know what, im not gonna write that. there's no way in hell im writing the words 'it felt like i was drowning, too' unless i plan to off myself within the next five minutes. fuck that. i need some semblance of dignity after i finish this shit.
doesn't matter, though. it's late and i can't sleep, and i turn into a little bitch on nights like this, so this whole thing is probably nauseating. i'll probably read it in the morning and burn it to a crisp. i'm gonna go try sleep. why did i just write that? i know thats what I'm doing. who the fuck am i even talking to? jesus.[/td][/tr][/table]
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THE ONE WTH THE BIG EYES
[/td]THE ONE WTH THE BIG EYES
[td][div style="background:#F5F5DC; width: 520px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; padding:10px; font-family:courier"][color=black]this took me a while to write. dunno why. i guess its because i know peri better than the others, so its harder to sit in the dark, scribbling shit about her on a piece of crumbled paper. i feel like i should have gotten better paper.
i remember - and yeah i know it was only a fucking week ago, leave me alone - but i remember when i turned up at the border and she came up, smiling. still dunno if she was laughing with me or at me. i like to think it was the former but it probably wasn't. i don't know french for shit but i guess it was worth making a fool of myself.
she's some kinda genius, i just know. she's so smart-- so much smarter than me-- and I'm just waiting for the day she takes over the world. maybe I'll be there to calm her down if world domination gets too much and she gets like she did the time we got locked in the underground; all panicky and stuff. not that I'm any good at that. i'll learn.
(by the way, who the fuck made her like that? ill go full Hannibal and ill fuckin eat you, i swear. no hesitation.)
it feels weird to get all attached to someone so quick. guess it feels weird to get attached to someone, period. i had this weird fucking feeling when i saw her disappear into the water the other day, and i don't ever wanna feel it again. not to sound like some failed poet, but it felt like i-- actually, you know what, im not gonna write that. there's no way in hell im writing the words 'it felt like i was drowning, too' unless i plan to off myself within the next five minutes. fuck that. i need some semblance of dignity after i finish this shit.
doesn't matter, though. it's late and i can't sleep, and i turn into a little bitch on nights like this, so this whole thing is probably nauseating. i'll probably read it in the morning and burn it to a crisp. i'm gonna go try sleep. why did i just write that? i know thats what I'm doing. who the fuck am i even talking to? jesus.[/td][/tr][/table]
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; height: auto; text-align: center; font-family: ; font-size: 9pt; color: COLOR; letter-spacing: -.5px;"][i][b]and die like a hero going home.[glow=black,2,300]