zombieshark

Me: who's bright idea was it to schedule me for 7am on what was supposed to be my day off?
Boss: it was mine.
Me: you son of a bitch.

swing from the gallows, she said..
devoured, she'd never swallow me.
this twisted relationship of ours,
decapitated and disemboweled..
broken open on the rocks,
just carrion to feed the rats.
her visceral, rancid wordplay,
strewn about, poisoned my trust.
broke-neck psyche, my only gain.
this is all i have left, i'll make her swallow this.
she will choke on my rage..
i will never. i will never be betrayed.
i. will. not. i will not accept this.

robot-pig-children have taken the downtown district.
all in-roads and off-ramps have been destroyed.
odds of escape are nil.
kill or be killed. repeat. kill or be killed.
armageddon has arrived son. pick a target. grab a gun.
this is the end.
RUN. RUN. RUN. RUN. RUN.RUN. RUN. RUN.
RUN. RUN.RUN. RUN. RUN. RUN. RUN.RUN.
RUN. RUN. RUN. RUN. RUN.RUN. RUN. RUN.
RUN. RUN.RUN. RUN. RUN. RUN. RUN.RUN.
RUN. RUN. RUN.RUN. RUN. RUN. RUN. RUN.
there is no other option.


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