Pocket Fiction

Seconal

Seconal

Took a hand full

Because who the fuck wants

to be more anxious?

You can keep your

Methedrine buzzcock.

I need to get chill.

And by the way,

You’re dead to me.

I have one rule in life.

You only get to

Disrespect me once.

After that, you’re dead to me.

So just keep dragging

Your little red wagon along.

And just so you know 

My plan is to eviscerate

Your central premise.

I’m going to destroy 

Your big idea

To render your whole operation 

Moot and suspect.

It will be like 

a conceptual Molotov cocktail.

Exploding your brainchild architecture.

Planting doubt in all 

But your most loyal followers.

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