– tony.espino –

a human. for now.

18.16 | july

chronicle of an unreliable voice

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I don’t need a pillow to doze off right now. Taillights make me so sleepy. What are you going to win? I’m going to win something. Mar…mar…mar…wake up! That was a close call. Wide awake now. Sitting up straight. Hands at ten and why is there so much sand? I’ve never been in the desert before. I shouldn’t be able to pet this cactus.

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joetastic3the Mad Lady punched the angel in the throat as she licked icing off a butcher knife. Jesus floated from the angel’s mouth. Glass Jesus. She glided back and forth across the rotted floor throat punching angels with a smile on her face.
“I just don’t wanna stop.”
Glass Jesuses filled the air.
Blindfolded she punched the angels one by one in the throat. She was racking up a high score.
Drool ran down her chin. Jesuses crashed to the floor. Angels dropped to their knees to eat broken glass Jesuses.

I don’t need an alarm to wake up when an eighteen wheeler works just fine. I put the window down. The breeze will remind me to stay awake. It’s a hot breeze. Like a warm blanket for my face. Just going to stay awake and finish shaving the coconuts off the llama.


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