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I. the potted plants are drowning in cigarette butts. the walls are choking on chalk. they ask "is God necessary for morality?" there is an arrow next to it in a different color, different handwriting pointing to the word "no." on my way down from the dinning hall i passed cake stuck to the wall. i'm sure i've seen it there before ( Read more... )

I. i don't want to change the world.

( ii-iv )

I. "paradise is boring," he said as he went back to sleep.

( so c'mon c'mon be alive. )

I. i'm going through the motions ( Read more... )

I. ( i don't need a reason )

I. ( i got sunshine in a bag )

"Close your eyes" he instructed. i squeezed them tight, scrunching my nose and pulling up the corner of my lips. he pushed me backwards and i stumbled heavily, banging my elbow with a metallic thud. my eyes popped open as my nose and lips relaxed. i turned to the side and found a dent the size of a half dollar in my car door. gazing up at him, he ( Read more... )