some think they’re bulletproof, some think they’ll never wake up with a sickness they can’t explain, some think none of their loved ones will ever die,
more the norm than the exception in this wonderful capitalist rape room where coming into work can mean leaving early without a job & a pink slip, with a pat on the back & a
every town can be a tense one, given the right circumstances, given the right squashing of personalities into the right sardine can & when the fuses get lit perfectly, so as to burn quick &
might find her/him is out for something, when such world’s collide, possibly could it be that the cliché of you both is something less hollywood & a little more hollow, making out
what brought him/her to this point no one will remember, since there’s nobody to witness & nobody to find her/him if s/he takes it as far as s/he can---still, the walls are closing in &