II.
He was growing sicker, sisyphus
and i taller but not enough yet
to see god and ask about things
sisyphus was telling me. lay me
on the railroad tracks, neck on
cold steel waiting for stampede
he coughed. you are in books my
friend you are already forever.
and if i grew taller to see god
i would love him for existing &
loathe him for not answering my
questions, because sisyphus was
my only friend and he is laying
himself down in his own shit in
a cramped studio apartment with
paper walls that play the sound
of reproduction all day long to
remind sisyphus that god forgot
him when the regime changed and
he is out of context and out of
time. sisyphus cried on my hair.
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fuck, i made all these lines perfectly the same length bt i was in html mode not compose and now they look like ass.
i am angry.
i can.
it would require a complete rewrite to correct.
i will not.
thanks though.
i am sorry about the internet problems ryan.
maybe we should turn triceratops into a biannual newspaper.
no it was fine.
i ate all the cookies.
i saw the boyfriend girlfriend band duo at kroger at 230 in the morning and yelled at them.
i was drunk.
what are these cookies?
i eat them.
i ate them.
i got two rejections today.
console me.
i am ok dont console me.
zoooooooooooooooom.
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