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I am losing the desire to imitate life the cliches upon paper upon lines of lust or lack there of to prescribe to you the prescription to intellect and the feelings to the words of these cliches to make us feel like we are nothing we are drug dealers feeding drugs to the masses in the form of words to heal a disease that we ourselves gave them What the world needs is less description of feelings Wasted words to breathe the breath of the living into the dying making us dealers of death to the dead we are not writers what we are is condescending for when I tell you how it feels to feel do I not insinuate that you Your

It's amusing, we're amusing, and we are all comedians in this light. Not the lime light, not sun, the dark flashing maroon lights of a comedy club, someone's basement . Someone laughs, but it's not humorous, it is insightful. It's depressing. It's weird to hear a laugh like that. So loud, so hollow. It's like someone captured it and cracked the laugh open letting anything good in it leak out on to the pavement. That's what it is. We are all laughing over a cracked skull, blood soaking in-between the weeds and gravel of broken sidewalks, someone's brains spilling into the cracks between our toes, We never wear any shoes because someone once

Every city starts with a room. There is nothing in that room, but you are there Does that make you nothing? There are people outside that you can see, but you cannot touch them They are trapped but not by doors and windows, they are malicious and can break those. These people are buildings with boarded up windows and glass teeth and dark hallways that lead to rooms with doors into hearts that are traps that you cannot leave and there's nothing in them.

If you asked me to, I could stop a train. Once. I would stand out on the tracks, with my feet planted firmly between two wooden boards. I remember you asked me once what they were there for, seeing as the train moved on the steel railings, their wheels never seeming to touch the ground. If you asked me again, I would tell you it's so that people like me would have something to keep their feet in place when they stand shaking, palms sweaty, facing down a giant metal monster. It would take everything in me not to run because I am not a hero, I do not do this on a daily basis. But I am willing to try. They say that trains move faster than th