when did my hands start to get wrinkles?
where did that first grey hair come from?
does anyone know where the sparkle in my eye went?
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i keep waiting for the obnoxious kid that tosses pine cones in our yard to get buried in the asphalt at the end of the road he plays on in the evening.
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i would never shoot someone with a gun… i’d rather use a crossbow between their eyes.
sometimes i stand in the kitchen holding the long, serrated bread knife and stare at my own eyes in the reflection of the steel.
a sharp pair of sewing shears make for a formidable weapon that will easily penetrate wood panelling.
breaking glass jars against a garage door is acceptable; breaking them against the head of your lecherous neighbor that shouldn’t be looking at you in “that way”…. should be.
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i tend to believe in many gods. you never know when one will fail you.
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i can’t feel my toes.
