KiraComplex
sugar, spiceā¦
- Aug 31, 2019
- 275
I travel in my wonderful state and see so much scenery and i love life and i get great grades and i engage in my hobbies i shoot straight with my old ruger 10/22 wood furniture thank you very much and i realize life is worth living and i prau to god this momentum keeps going and i truly think this is jow the rest of my life will feel. im relieved. so relieved. its finally over.
well then a little tick happens. a little something happens. then for months i think im noticing patterns. my parents are in mossad, i say, theyre seeing when I'll break. the cashier is staring at me oddly. these price tags are telling me something. that license plate has some fucked up numbers and theyre telling me things. i see the number six too much in a single day. i see a black suv, theyre staring at me through the tint. unmarked white vehicles with exempt plates. hidden lights in their rear windows. men in polos and khakis and an odd bulge on their hip give me stares through oakleys. i try to point them out but everyone i talk to has been turned against me in advance working for palantir and the cia. ring cameras track me, already knowing the exact date and time of my death. its very clear in the moment what's happening. i go home away from captured eyes and cry. tomorrow ill do it, ill go up on my hill smoke a last cigar and do it.
the fateful day after my resolution, i wake up with the sun shining in my eyes. i get up and travel in my wonderful state, get good grades, go out and plink with my ruger 10/22 (wood furniture, dont you know) and im relieved its over. that time was truly the last time, im truly alright now and its all over. and then a little tick happens.
well then a little tick happens. a little something happens. then for months i think im noticing patterns. my parents are in mossad, i say, theyre seeing when I'll break. the cashier is staring at me oddly. these price tags are telling me something. that license plate has some fucked up numbers and theyre telling me things. i see the number six too much in a single day. i see a black suv, theyre staring at me through the tint. unmarked white vehicles with exempt plates. hidden lights in their rear windows. men in polos and khakis and an odd bulge on their hip give me stares through oakleys. i try to point them out but everyone i talk to has been turned against me in advance working for palantir and the cia. ring cameras track me, already knowing the exact date and time of my death. its very clear in the moment what's happening. i go home away from captured eyes and cry. tomorrow ill do it, ill go up on my hill smoke a last cigar and do it.
the fateful day after my resolution, i wake up with the sun shining in my eyes. i get up and travel in my wonderful state, get good grades, go out and plink with my ruger 10/22 (wood furniture, dont you know) and im relieved its over. that time was truly the last time, im truly alright now and its all over. and then a little tick happens.
