ranierean
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I need a wheelchair and non-existent kids. Somebody to call me pops and drain my funds. Or maybe the opposite, they'd lose money on me and my oxygen tanks. I don't "go out" anyway. Never did. You can cut in lines with a half-dead corpse I'd imagine. I'd say "don't leave me with those mexicans and filipinos all alone" but don't really say it, you know what I mean? Play something on the telly. Blinds down. Something horrible like Lost. I mean, anything with an ABC logo is automatically scary to me. America is an old country so most of the economy is just *this*. Fake shit like two dozen separate concurrent shows set in an infinite square footage hospital. Real fucking nice. Have half the screen be SDH. It's not like I'd follow it (or, again, not like I ever did). Push me down somewhere rocky. Give me the pillow. I lost "lost". Finito. Not the show. I didn't make it, okay? I have these nightmares. Everything is this aged timber, darkened to almost pitch black. I am in this improvised cradle with my eyes clinging onto dull gray light that's barely breaking in. There's something similar, much more modern. A dingy motel. On the wallpapers there's red and purple noise, almost digital, almost like writing and it cracks my head open. All I can do is vomit out what little mucousy liquids I still have in me ...and that's all I remember of my "childhood". That's my "life".
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