Onakuru

mister genius walked fields of imagination lost brains to a book

We went to Broken Dreams Avenue, right after Lost Highway. At the corner was this elder dude with his back and eyes as broken as the place. He’d been there since the street was baptized, he told us. Since before the war, even. I wondered what war he was ranting about but my partner didn’t want us to stop here. We needed to go deeper into that hole of gloom and darkness, full of scum with no horizon. Couldn’t figure out why but eh, I owed him. - C’mon, gentlemen, you two be kind and I’ll tell you a story, a good one. But the old man wouldn’t let go. But the old man couldn’t let go. He was sort of t

fishes floating by shipwrecks quietly decayed thunder drawing near

I was long dead before my mother could push me out. Here’s what I’m thinking while this bullet comes claiming property over my brains, right before my eyes. Grey eyes. My mother, she had grey eyes. Uncommon color, around here. I got 'em too, by this magical process they call heredity. I call it misery. Lack of luck. Fucking doom. My killer, he’s got green ones. Greeny greedy little balls of light sparkling through this cold winterish night of August. Staring at me being shot as if it will change anything to his petty underlife of his. Don’t hope, lad. Don’t. You will die miserable, same way you were born. We all

there was a fire one day it was all dark and red and smoke and heat and sweat and death the roof fell on them and i stood there watching it wasn't funny nor was i wounded oh i was wounded all right but not this way and they screamed and tried and screamed and i watched and stood and watched i was there and they weren't anymore they'd been there too but they couldn't stay and i couldn't let them linger there was a fire one day and i could smell the wood calling for help and i could hear the house asking mercy they were all in there but the house wasn't guilty just a witness i couldn't save just a witness that had to go there w

white bird flying by red puddle of agony tonight of all nights

be still he says be still or it'll hurt like hell can't be still not now been still my whole life can't now i hate it i hate him i hate i he goes for it it kills me it hurts it hurts so much blood coming out flesh torn apart upside down heart sinking it hurts it hurts like hell one, two, three he's finished i'm still i'm still now knife in the dark i'm still i'm still now don't don't blade near my chest don't please don't i'm still edge on my skin don't i'm dead i'm dead now been dead all my life couldn't get worse i thought so wrong i was so wrong