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dug out from teh archive of written things that haven’t been burninated, bahleted or torn the fuck up. Yes, I’m sort of an angsty writer, shut up about it, I really don’t wanna hear it. Also, call me emo and die. I hate that word. This shit is emo.
STOP!
why do you keep running from existence silly ape?
live the life, right here, right now
photographically immortal no more
what happens when we pull the switch
and it all goes off
every memory written, every picture stolen, every film recorded
what now? start again? no…yes…most likely
dream, if not, at least think you have
act? sure, go ahead. we’ll laugh and fall over
but it’ll have been worth it. right?
has it been worth it?
i don’t know
at least you’re not on a rooftop edge with a pencil up your nose
and a hand poised to push
