Pissing Fountains

I thought I would lie and say it's easy. Did that for a while. It worked too. Go figure. Planets can be fooled just as easily as children. And with less effort. The sun never stops blinking. The moon is always awake. The wind is usually sleeping. But no one really seems to care. It's just pick pockets and skipping rope after age 24. Useless. Usual. What's the difference. The crayon color. The margins on the page. Incremental at best.

I thought I could stay quiet and pretend not hear. Nod and agree even though I really didn't. Big buckets of highlighter and emotional heroin. Once a junkie. Always a junkie. Just move on to different variations on the slave dynamic. Simple. Comforting. Knowing what you need. Motivated to obtain it. To consume it. Be consumed by it. A primitive and clandestine symbiosis. Not to be easily dismissed.

I thought I should listen. Keep my mouth shut. My words to myself. Like poker. Never reveal. Just throw in some coins and pretend to know what you're doing. Feign confidence. Chin pointed toward the light bulb. Eyes draped in brow and paper cuts. No blood or evidence. Just needles. Tiny jabs. Little bites. Chewing. Until it's all gone.

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