01.01.22
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there will be no spanish guitars in hell / he is sure of this; i am less convinced / the house is empty like the mouth of a dead man / he comes to the house with a chisel and i come to the house with a paintbrush / we agree that hell is other people but the difference is he thinks they are strangers / i am less convinced the house is empty / he tells me he wants me, reader, he tells me i can be wanted / he pulls at my skin and i come apart in long ribbons / he strings me up from the curtain rods / he hangs me over the door / he told me he wanted me, love, what else / he had a mouth and an appetite and if nobody will look at me like a man then i will agree to be seen as a meal / still warming, still useful, if only for a night the house is empty / i came to the house with a candle and he came to the house with a torch / and we agreed that hell must be a terrible place but the difference was he didn't think we had died yet / i'm the madman / he's the guest, the milkman, the doorman, he wears new skin every night and every night he fails to recognize the faces in the walls / he peels the wallpaper away in ribbons / he looks at the nightmares and salivates / imagine being wanted, reader, imagine being the treasured bones / in a hundred years will my madness be useful / if he eats me now will i be wanted forever / the house is empty / i'm just the madman / he says hell is a stomach and i agree all the way down.
///picture because we won a game and i am really happy which is a rare feeling that i get to experience. happy new year everyone.
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PuisiI've tried. but i've always failed to contain these thousand words in a few sentences, maybe im bad at expressing macro feelings in the few words that I'm limited to. you might think you know me enough because it's been a long time since i first wav...
