there is a park round the corner, go play there ya little scum bags

today i feel like william burroughs.
mostly because there are arab boys playing outside my house
burroughs would be thinking about fucking them.
me, i just wish they'd keep the noise down
 
the line between 'i have too much weed, i need a break' and 'holy fuck im running out of weed!' is a very fine one indeed....
 
"Thank you for the water, I was very thirsty"

"You're welcome"

I leaned into her home and checked everything was as it should be.
She ran a finger across my cheek.

"You have a hairy face today, I don't like it when you have a hairy face"

"Nobody does, it's just been a busy week"

There was a loud click from the timer, searing purple afterimages filled my vision before fading away into darkness.

"Night time"

"Thats right sweetie"

"I sleep at night time"

"Thats right sweetie"

"Do you sleep at night time Daddy?"

"Sometimes"

"I like it when you come up here to read stories"

"I didnt know you knew about that"

"Daddy?....I'm so big now, are you proud of me?"

"Of course"

"Will you be sad when harvest time comes?"

"I think I will"

"Don't be sad Daddy, I've had a nice life, you gave me food and water, you sat with me and read your stories, sometimes I could hear the other children play, there will be other seeds Daddy, but I will always be your first"
 
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