This world is one that eats at you day by day, nibbling here and there, so maybe you don't notice a few things slipping away at a time. A persons sense of reality, for example, their sense of morality, their sense of honesty and holding back from mind-fucking everyone they come across... these are things that can be drained out a hole life nibbles in the bottom of your foot. Yes yes, however much you have inside you... it matters not in the least, for once you have that gash in the side of your toe, it is all over right there. That is the moment when you go home, you look in the mirror for about an hour before having that last shot of cinammon whisky, and you find that gun your father hid so well in the bottom of his sock drawer. And you take it right back to that mirror, and wonder how you would look with half of your head streaked across the wall that holds the pictures of the sweet, chubby little boy you used to be. You wonder about an afterlife like the plastic ones on tv, with one brother and one sister, and problems solved in 22 minutes flat, with short interludes of that darn wacky neighbor. Liars, cheaters, deceivers, theives, sadists, murderers, perverts... but it's the liars, isn't it? Yes, it all begins with the liars. But that is a long and drawn out tale. That is not something that I have to bore anyone with right now, or ever, actually, since I figure there's maybe, ohh... 10 minutes left for me.
Don't stop now, cock the hammer. Don't you fucking dare stop now.
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