The bottle of whiskey I had went well with blood money. I took a
schnup of Chival and aimed the bullet up in the sky where I waited for
the bullet.. I caught it between deuced teeth. Lovers often complain
of others based on a system of class. I tore into the fucking manual
on how to use a heroine needle and found class disappear from my eyes,
slipping into the periphery before it left my eyes. The child
believing he was the Son of God preserved his temple. He wanted the
ultimate capital, and as such there was a duality between the world's
opinion about Him and God's opinion.. the two conflicted in a way that
left a permanent asshole etched into the abstinent individual's face..
and when class died, I forgot that I stunk like shit..
by Seung Kim
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