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juiceboxsimple stupid little juicebox
why do you taunt me so
i look at your beautiful spout
once filled with goodness
now you are empty
you are useless
it saddens me
can i fill you with juice again?
by design that would be impossible
why did they make you single use only
evil powers are apparent
id like to know your sweet taste again
to feel your energy corse into me
maybe they could have made you bigger
sized to match a cereal box
i dont know
that would be playing god
my simple stupid little juicebox
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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