Final Reel: 6
I will kill your wife.
I will kill your son.
I will kill your infant daughter.
I will eat Jr.’s breakfast and leave behind only veggie bacons.
I will burn all of Marie’s purple things.
I will call Hank’s minerals Rocks.
I will kill Badger.
I will confiscate your lawyer’s bluetooth headset.
I will fuck Ted and confess it to your wife, after the 2nd time.
I will get Jesse a wardrobe without a beanie, hoodie or cargo pants.
I will kill Carol.
I will close down Los Pollos Hermanos in ABQ.
I will buy single strip striker matchbooks.
I will have dipping sticks all for myself.
I will kill your Van.
I will shave Bogdan’s eyebrows.
I will make the floor too cold for your wife.
I will bring rot back to your house.
I will stop inviting you over to my house.
I will cover your roof with pizzas.
I will ban tighty whities.
I will puncture the hazmat suits.
I will close up your crawl space.
I will point out some inconsistencies in your story.
I will bring out the box cutter
I will kill Malcolm.
Now thank me and shake my hand.
In terms of analogue I use a Zenit-E camera
In terms of digital I use a Canon 60D
Watch out, the world’s behind you
There’s always someone around who will call
There’s nothing at all
The most adorable adaptation (and by adaptation I mean 8-bit conversion) I’ve ever heard
Everyone I know is usually miserable during this time of the night.
I know that my slacking off shall partake in this.
I know the chemicals (and not just the alcohol) shall partake in this.
I know love shall contribute with its ways.
And all who I shall greet on the other side shall be my grandfather.
Who’s had excesses of foods and chemicals partake in his demise.
I’d rather break something when said time comes.
Not a bone in my body, but an inanimate object.
God forbid a lodged bone within would be the cause of my demise.
I haven’t seen my friends in well over a week, and due to the lack of their presence before me spiraling down to being a wreck this time of the night had become almost foreign to me. And then it happened.
I need to stand up before conflicts that shall present themselves before me.
I ought to take some notes from Walter White.
I am a walker who’s foot-based journeys have often contained lengthy distances that one can’t often be arsed to take.
And lately it’s been “I” this and “I” that, but it’s because the one I must focus on to fix up is me.
I am a person with glitches, and I’m going to upgrade my well being progressively, so to speak, like Norton Antivirus.
I am the one who
Changes shall be celebrated.
I won’t share you the drives and ideas inside; this is my time.