Headshot

Your fear of it, the zombie apocalypse, will keep you alive when it comes, all these lifeless husks, droning about, not really producing anything, they’ll be drained of it, their energy, no desire, no yearning, bend me over, fuck me harder daddy, the wrath of the heavens above, your fear of it, will course through your blood, it will feed the flame, consume, consume, your soul drenched, your body stained, even if you die, you'll live again, aim, steady, shoot!

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Blondes

Some things are truer than others, we could all be dreaming, and maybe I have the power, to do a lot of things, but the world and it’s truth will echo out, your existence, will reflect back, all the questions, waiting in the void, all the roads, that have been walked, an ocean of people, and their stories, reflecting back, can you validate your existence, or is it just dreams, paper thin, not made of much, but it looks pretty, hey man, don’t knock it, I would really do it, eat worms for eternity.