Friday, December 9, 2011

Wire Me Money

What's the ugliest thing you could imagine that's not my face right now? I want you to pick something... else. I'm only making this face because I'm in pain. You chose to live behind all these fences. I said nothing would come between us. Braided aluminum, barbed wire, those fucking dogs. Why do you need to put so much space between us? I brought you ice cream from that place you like! It melted on the way over but here is a photograph of me holding up the ice cream and as you can see it was timestamped just a few hours ago. It's the thought that counts! Are you going to just sit there calling the cops or are you going to get me out these dog blood drenched clothes? Why are you treating me like I'm invisible? Look, I made you a mix tape. Can I put it on? Where's the tape player I gave you? What do you mean it broke? That thing worked perfectly for 20 years. What the fuck did you do to it? Why don't you care about anything I do for you? Oh, look it's Mr. Tough Cop over here with his taser and mustache. You gonna take me out, pig? That's fine. I don't have a life anyway. You'd be taking away nothing, you hear me? NOTHING.

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