I don't know why she swallowed that fly

i didn't used to understand that morbid rhyme. it's macabre, it would seem. i wish i still just passed over that question, that uncertainty, like i used to. back then, i used to go off lots of jumps and skid through shale.

this doesn't feel right. it's still self-sabotage. even my own writing. it's not mine.

i still don't know why she swallowed that fly, but i do know that i've begun swallowing them. and then do you know what? i had to swallow a spider. i guess i'll die.

it used to be funny to me, the circles i was spinning. everyone else went off to race when the gun sounded. it's far from funny now.


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heheh. i like this book.


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now i'm thinking these aren't things i wanted to do anyway. i just had to find them. bye