Mon, 12/05/2016 - 09:03 -- Tuckerr

We all need a shove

Across the frail boundaries

Of our comfort zone

We all need a train wreck

To tear through

The routine we call home

We all need a bad guy

To call us names

And make the threats

We all need the element

Of surprise to make us

Go through with our bets

Slap me in the face

Punch me in the mouth

Obliterate predictions
Spit on me
Tell me I'm not worth it
So I can live my fictions
Give me something
Incredibly unplesant
Unbearably long
Come and give me something
Something fucking stupid
For me to prove wrong


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