got.daim
𝙰𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚎
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R. Stevie Moore’s “I’m Only Sleeping” describes exactly how I feel when I’m awake, I'm on the subway, across from me sits the fat bugman in the Patagonia vest, faggot, I think, I let the song carry me under, into my daydream, he follows me home because I told him I had “something real” to show him, faggots like him always want to feel included, he steps inside and the door shuts, I’m already behind him, the hammer is matte black, no shine, the first swing cracks the back of his skull like an egg, he drops gurgling, I drag him to the bathtub and the song keeps playing, softly, I peel his face off in strips while he’s still twitching, slow and deliberate, enjoying the wet sound of skin leaving meat, his eyes roll back but I keep them open with my fingers so he can watch me piss into the open wound where his nose used to be, the warmth runs down his throat, I laugh once flatly, [I removed this part because in my original journal it is way to graphic], then I finish him with the belt, pulling until the cartilage pops
Sadly, the song fades and I open my eyes, as the subway doors open
Sadly, the song fades and I open my eyes, as the subway doors open
