Monday 10.24.16

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Shot all my rounds into the sky.
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susansnow
susansnow
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Shot all my rounds into the sky. Brought down a duck hunter and his son. Speared a gluten allergy riddled mermaid with a coat hanger. I'm the walking worst of swear words. Her mother is Faith and mine Hope. The emptiest vessels of the heart and mind. The lost will believe anything. Imagine those last moments of life before dead in the water. Were they five minutes or five hundred years? Apologize for Jonestown. For seething race hate and glass blue eyes. Horror and desperation. Knives everywhere. Is everyone the same? It is just the election. My blood fights against itself. People glance and look away. Call me baby. It is still breakfast.

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