i don’t dare commit murder, but i sure am fine with killin’ people.
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{rain}
Wednesday, April 2nd, 2008
i just found this on my hard drive and can guarantee that it’s completely unedited.
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Wednesday, March 19th, 2008
i want to feel pain the way i used to feel pain. i want to feel every breath tearing my lungs to shreds, because it made me desperate. i want to feel like i have to do everything before i fade away. i want to smell my own death inches away again. i want to feel the intoxicating power of extinction. i want to claw the walls down the way i used to.
{typing}
Friday, March 7th, 2008
there was snoring and the sound of typing drowned it out. that’s how you know you’re doing it right.
{machinedeath}
Thursday, March 6th, 2008
I USED TO CURL UP NEXT TO RUMBLING MACHINES
WITH SPINNING DISCS AND CLANKING FANS BLAZING
A BOX FULL OF METAL AND PLASTIC
THE UMBILICAL CORD TUNNELING THROUGH THE WALLS
MY CONNECTION TO THE WORLD
I LAY IN SOCKS AND A THREADBARE SHIRT
MY BED IS A MATTRESS UNDER THE DESK
PULSING ELECTRICITY LULLS ME TO SLEEP
I USED TO THINK MACHINES WERE INFALLIBLE
I USED TO WANT TO BE A MACHINE
MY PARETS REPLACEABLE, INTERCHANGEABLE
MADE OUT OF MACHINE BITS
MY MACHINE DIED.
THE POWER BOX FAILED.
THE DRIVES GROUND TO A HALT.
THE LIGHTS WENT DIM.
WHO WILL HUM ME TO SLEEP NOW?
{giant heads}
Wednesday, March 5th, 2008
sleeping on its side, snoring silently. the shell of a face. no head. and nose hairs.