Sunday, March 7, 2010

woeful beginnings (part 7 of 10)

there was a point in shank’s life where everything seemed to be on a never-ending cycle, as if the universe looked down upon him and took a giant spiral-shaped shit and said, “this, young shank, this will be your life. enjoy it, bitch.” and even though the universe cannot speak (not physically at least. numerous tests have been run and although the science is still out on whether the universe can communicate in an indirect manner say, like, subconsciously or spiritually, the scientific community is in a majority agreement that it cannot, in fact, speak) shank felt, in that certain, special “fuck you” way, that it was speaking to him. yelling, in fact, with mouth agape and saliva aloft, spraying shank with a relentless stream of heartache and disappointment.

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