I don't have one cliché to play. I'm tapped out. My pain tubes are empty. All my fake people called in sick - the plot is thinner than usual. It's non-existent.
I spent the last two days wondering if I was finally going to break as a human being. I was kind of nervous. Things got hectic there for a while.
My brain is tossing smelly fish; why are you giving me attitude? Just try and remember we're on the same team here.
My ears are ringing like someone threw bells down a fucking staircase. There are chips knocked out of the stone.
There are all kinds of noises. There is the slap of warm meat and a high keening sound of despair.
There is magic in the air.
Just let it happen, man. Let the words fall like corrupted snowflakes. Affect a haughty attitude and stand in the shadows - no one is going to tie the wool over your eyes.
But now, it's time to move on. Trade my truths for silly lies. Buck up, boy, the carnival ain't ever leaving town.
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