the devil on my shoulder is feeling psychotic this morning
jumping up and down
he keeps jabbing me in the neck with his pitchfork
screaming profanity in my ear
little things like wouldn’t that look great on fire
hit the gas
run the red light
plow into the back of that van
get a bottle of whiskey
who do we know that has coke
let’s go nuts
don’t pay for those groceries
hit on the lady at the counter and just keep walking
you got this
all about swagger
i am trying to ignore him
but it sounds fun
the angel on my other shoulder is hammered
he was hitting the sauce hard
the last thing he muttered before throwing up down my back was do it
today is going to be tough
may need bail money
but only if i get caught
hope they bring the rubber bullets and tasers
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There was a time, lol, when the separate selves I had did this bu I never had an angel. I had mostly negative selves and you know the reason I stopped giving in to the mental suggestions was sheer exhaustion. They labeled it depression but I was genuinely tired of trying to decipher what nagativty I wanted to give to a world that hated me.
And then, in that depression I had a dream. And I woke up.
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that ends lovely
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It really does, or rather it began lovely 🤗
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That’s true.
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hhmmm you should quit listening to those guys and listen to your heart instead
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I’m not sure they aren’t speaking for my heart.
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They aren’t.
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I keep trying to tell him but he won’t listen.
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Oh, now we team up on the poor illiterate fool. mean spirited ladies, mean spirited.
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You like it
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Besides the point
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Yep
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