| Block by block, why won it hurry up? Something trying to be said..like some fucking mouth that wants to talk but they cant be spoken, its kind of misty, slightly humid, leaves to one side, heavily coated he ventures out through the tunnel, to find a some what blurry surrounding, do you want to do the language they ask? Fuck no you don, yes you want to learn but not this way, how the fuck does this help? It is not helping! he whispers to his partner, and in response he says a sentence about you, as if your not there, what the fuck is this, things start to get heavy, surroundings get more blurry like that button you keep pressing on photo-shop, you grab a fruit basket towards the floor it flys, stomp, stomp, stomp, the bag of buns feels soft like some delicate piece of shit that was never meant to live. Nudge nudge, holy fuck..Irratating but you got to love it. you pace from one side to another, fingers cant stop clicking, they click faster then your fucking heart pumping, you see a light and your want to smash the darkness in to it, what the fuck is this shit, some kind of fucking stress, feel like your on some kind of drug, but you don even remember taking it, " if you want to do it then do it.." they say, fucking fucks, is it an ant that bothering you? What the fuck? Come to blame on the closest thing that comes to mind! What the fuck do you understand? Well tell me tell me, how is it meant to be told when you don know how you want it told in the first place, when words don even connect, when the pen doesn even have ink, see what the fuck I mean? Probably not. raging, your fighting the blurriness as it hardens, " what the fuck do you know" is whispered. Twice. Then again when the pacing continue..I can fucking kill someone, is that true? Emotions are just feelings, they can be misinterpreted but the truth also comes out when emotions are heavy, door-locked, room looks strangely familiar, the body hurts, but the fingers are out of placelicking again faster then the stomping of the fruit basket. Cold but the rains start falling from the leaves that curtained to one side, what the fuck is this? Loud questions are asked- how the fuck would you see if I don see? doesn make sense, he obviously need aid, yes always the closes resolution, voices, phone calls, dial digits, YOUR MOTHER, whatever...block by block, why wont it hurry up?
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