Constant Headache - Joyce Manor
But I just laid there in protest, entirely fucked. It’s such a stubborn reminder one perfect night’s not enough.
Away up high, the behemoths circle round to fly. The weaving contrails catch the sun. They fly in peace, in perfect flight, the broken backs of splintered trees, smoke in the dusk, a gentle breeze. They stir the embers, fan the flames. And acrid smoke drifts from remains of what once were men; now charred lumps of black and bloody, streaming meat. That night the rats come out to eat, the dead and badly wounded. (x)
I have one brain cell and it bounces around in my skull like a windows screen saver
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I get my news from the only reliable source, cryptic symbolism in my dreams
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me: i’m going to clean my room! i’m going to take a shower! i will wake up early and take care of myself! brain: u know whats fun? rotting.
