right now rhyming would really help - after having left for a week i am back now for a couple of weeks of heaven here.
heaven bound both ways, i hope it never gets boring. it's mine and i'm owning up to it (everything)
home is where my feet can be smelly and it's all gonna be fine even if it isn't
You might be on to something.
You might not be my favorite playwright but you're on to something.
I see what you're trying to explain.
It's not the rape
It's not the dead babies
It's why the rape
And who really killed the baby.
I am sorry about our miscommunication and misunderstanding on my part
I still hope this will be the last time you choose to speak to me in my dreams
and epiphanize my thought process.
Really, though.
Thanks.
You don't have to show me my nightmares.
or the nightmares of humanity
i already know them,
remember them
see them every once in a while in my sleep
war
blood
rape
blindness
dead babies
hunger
and all.
i don't need to be reminded.
but then again, maybe you didnt write these plays for me
and my likes
and so i will stop here and pass on the opportunity of butchering your every word even as you lie in your grave
tired
hurt
torn
hanged in your bathroom.
maybe i never have to read your words ever again.
When I was little, I used to say when i grow up i want to be this or that.
But when i was little, "grow up" in my mind is where i am NOW.
So, what now?
