please, you’re going out of your way to harass me, actively killing me. i beg you, please, stop.
You killed my ONE YEAR OLD PUPYY AND YOU TELL ME IT WAS AN ACCIDENT
You ran over my dog on purpose. “You” knew this was your goal, and you murdered my only friend who wouldn’t deceive me. She was an innocent
No. This will not make things better. I have been begging for “you” to stop torturing me, but, still, you continue to slather me in BARBECUE
You ran over my dog on purpose and you told me it was an accident.
i have nothing to think of but my own abomination, no thot to call my own. haunted by a thump-thump of a white Scion
PLEASE dont make us act like this is something we want to do
how many ways to cut your own throat, lost in memories, the metal barrel tickles the roof of my mouth
Now. ‘hang on that intensity’ OR ‘enjoy a meal’ its like you can tell whatpeople care about by their HUNGER
You murdered my friend on purpose and told me it was an accident. She shivered in my arms as though she had just awoken
what other beans can the oracle spill for your hunger and enjoyment. please, dont mind me
someone tries to kill them and Neil is the only one they get, because, 9/11
someone tries to kill us and only Neil Gaiman dies.
paulina is crushed. pieces of her stuck to her harness, and i cant even save the parts of her left on that horrible black rock
Why would you go out of your way to KILL A PERSON. Paulina, i love you little girl/////
'No-o. i dont understand, oww!! owww!!! please help me friend!! No-o-o! im not finished playi—' a body convulses, trying to be alive.
HOW WOULD YOU FEEL TO BE BREATHLESS, RUNNING, PLAYING, HOUNDING, WHEN, SUDDENLY— violence. Your insides burst, your stomach tears, ripping
please, how do you expect me to help myself when you, with-on purpose, KILL my friend
you killed my friend on purpose, you made a four year old boy chase a puppy in to the street AND YOU TELL ME IT WAS AN ACCIDENT
you killed my friend and made me watch
please, bring my friend back. mi paulina
please, torta was the only thung i had to live for and you killed her on purpose, made me watch, and then told me it was an accident.
please, you made me watch— i had to watch my doggy be KILLED
Please, Bring Back My Only Friend, Mi Perrita, Mi Amor. She Who Never Lied To Me.
Please, Stop. You Killed My Friend On Purpose. She Was Laughing And You Killed Her.
YOU KILLED MY FRIEND ON PURPOSE
i love torta, the doggie, who was given to me, only so that— what? ‘only given so…’ a person whose destiny was chosen— no puppy teens
NO. THIS IS NOT OKAY.
and you KILLED someone on purpose and told me it was an accident. Paulina!!!
she told me her name at Christmas in the Park. we shivered together as she died in my arms, so confused, ‘I was playing, N-O-O-O-‘
you ran over my dog on purpose. she was a person, with a voice. Paulina and Tommy of Sister Mary’s Catholic after-school program
Have you considered that your ideal world of equity is based on everyone just having what you have, which is an unequal amount of privilege?
please, hold that in your mind, she had a mouthful of Captain. Crunch.
my innocent doggie ran across the road bcz she was PLAYING. she turns to look at me„ and a white van
hold that image in your mind, please. i was playing, ‘chase,’ w/a little boy and a doggie, we were laughing and out of breath.
i love my dog and the moment when her body was flattened against the pavement, her mind¬ happy playing and then,
i love my dog and she loves me. why is my entire family acting like this is okay→→ something about, ‘sides’ get away from me
i love my dog. how is doing something on purpose and telling me it was an accident make what happened okay, YOU KILLED MY DOG ON PURPOSE
how irresponsible¡ you must bee punished.
everythings been taken care of: You write stories and we’ll leave you alone. dont think about your life, EVER, bcz you killed yourself.
planes trains and automobiles, WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS ON PURPOSE
i held my friend in my arms as she died, buried her in the ground, her blood is dried on my skin
today, April eighth, i buried the only person who wouldnt lie to me. i held my shattered friend in my arms as she died. my life is empty.
You Killed My Friend ON PURPOSE and TOLD ME— ‘It was an accident!’
today mi perrito she was run over You Killed My Friend And My Entire Family Insists It Was An Accident
What is happening around me, because of me, the actions of my family, friends, community and friendly strangers, it MURDERS hope. I did it.
Even my real friends and family ignore me. Everyone I know is actively trying to kill me and there’s NP way to go backqards, I mpw hate you
I like when they carve fat buddhas into boulders, let trees grow towards the sun, work very hard to care for the pagoda.
I’m sure this is hilarious for Donal Rumsfeld, a seedy man who other seedy folks try their best to emulate, as his name wrote history.
No. I refuse to climb the ladder for you.
BECAUSE EVERYWHERE I GO, I AM WRITING MY OWN REALITY AND IT IS CONSTRUCTED TO KILL ME, IN REAL LIFE AND NOT THE STORY, TO GIVE ME HOPE.
I try my best to find people who I have not interfered with. These are the dreams of the void. “Please kill me.” “I refuse.” “Stanley…”
So, I seek some form of human compassion, even the hungry ugly kinds, and I try my best to ignore the police cruisers circling like vultures
then, an idea burns in to my mind, “They’ve been watching you your entire life.” Now, I am unable to separate my thoughts from another’s.
Eventually, I try to think about my friends Liz or Ariel or maybe Matt, as I’ve already met the others. Half remembered dreams for GRILLFLAM
I search for a human being who will not torture me, a being who refuses to accept my own mad orders. Strangers with names emblazoned— comix
I follow her, and I follow you, and I try and I try and I try to find some human being who will refuse to torture me, BCZ ITS NOT MY FRIENDS
it begins in the gap chasm, as I lay myself prostrate in light of Her— Television. Video games. My perfect two-dimensional girlfriend, dead
Existence: it runs as such for Tweebo Desire to awake. Greeted by jailer. compassion of others dwindles, as my hopes are dashed, yet again.
http://boingboing.net/2014/04/08/meteorite-just-misses-skydiver.html … wonderful, I helped someone else win the lottery. Oh, no, yeah, I won all right, everybody throwing rocks like /this/
C) Always always tell the Judge the whole truth, so help you “Bob” These and other means of eluding institutionalization zoon by veganche$$e
A) You become comfortable enough to air your mind in public towards any person B) Insist upon your own fate other people ignore your clamor.
I’ll bet— “the police officers who responded to the call for institutionalization were told to ignore me— on orders of the government!!
in search of nothing, yet, I seem to find this, every day, so, I’ve nothing to complain of. Wheeeeeeeee, an eternity of heaven!
Bottling the liminal