we tried
to be quieter; softer; prettier; less volatile. to go back to sleep, shh little girls it's alright just be quiet you shouldn't care so much or we'll make you cry -
we have opposable thumbs and a prefrontal cortex. we will use the tools we have fashioned; invent tools we have not. we will undo our fluffed up faith in things that cannot be trusted, destroy our sublimal inhibitions, reach out for the forbidden fruit -
and we will walk upright towards you through the field of corn we have planted because we were hungry, because we were human, because we knew exactly what we were doing,
and we will not be silenced.
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Suicide Lane Cafe
Short StoryA collection of short stories, drabbles, and bizarre things.
