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you talk to yourself don't you? you. with your floppy brown hair and dirty overalls and oversized glasses resting on your pert little nose. you're just so god damned cute. makes me sick. as you walk your many sidewalks watching the cracks in the concrete. stumbling and shuffling your feet eyes down transfixed. looking at something something that holds your attention. some grass between the cracks? an ant? a grey wet puddle in your path? you little freak! you DO talk to yourself don't you? or was it your imaginary friend... what was his name again? bob newbuss. you say you saw him. you say he died. you say they killed him. you say they buried him in your backyard. and he screams doesn't he? and you hear these screams... but nobody else can... funny isn't it? stupid liar. stupid lies. little white lies that catch up with you on your many sidewalks like a pesky shadow always at your feet. right behind you. little secrets and funny stories that nobody else will ever laugh at. but you laugh don't you? you giggle and titter and tip and cry hard enough to piss yourself. i bet you wet your bed don't you? thinking about naked little girls and killing your parents and cutting frogs open with dull knives and and and you fucking sicko! and then and then you look around just to make sure to make VERY sure that nobody is watching you. sure that nobody is pointing at you. like they used to. remember? you. in your little corner those familiar shadows pointing their fingers at you. they pointed and scolded and scalded and grabbed you. like hot water in a tub burning tugging prodding your tender virgin skin. they touched you didn't they? touched you and made you cry like a baby. pushed you toward a bit of madness didn't they? those shadows can be very nasty. but you stay away from shadows now. you stay away from dark rooms with corners and walls and dark. closing in tighter darker. who do you talk to when you're all alone? when you're ALL alone? what else are you doing? what do you do when nobody else is around? flip flip flip through dirty magazines? eyes wide open? tongue hanging out? osh kosh b'gosh down around your ankles? drooling? sweating? swelling? fant- a- siz- ing... little pervert. talking to yourself again... aren't you? i bet... i just bet that you're one of those freaks. |
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