DaFUCK
his fingers pinching the cellophane pack in the
breast of his fleece found it emptyDaFUCK
that was so unlike so outside him
he didnt expect it
a place for everything an
everything in its placeWHYdafuck would he pocket an empty pack
he palpitated its empty skin listened
to its muffled crinkle willed a misshapen cigarette came away with zilch
yanking it from his fleece holding
it in hand stabbing a finger into it poking around feeling for naught he tore
its top open dumped loose tobacco into his palm tossed it into his mouth an
chewed it defiantly vaguely heroic
if
assholes could be heroic
defeated
deflated
gawddamn a
cigarette would be nice just right nowtake the edge off an edge he could take off by himself rationalise
if he was rationale but only nicotine would be rational right
nowdafuck now an he was miles an miles away from a convenient store
the energy was there the violence
for the walk
but that wasnt immediate enough not enough to satisfy the
monkeys in his head screamin in their cage yanking jerking fullbody at the bars
baring canines flinging feces in frustration
whodathought nicotine would ever beast him or caffiend booze drugs would beast him but he
expected that an they fueled his
violence to go off the reservation Inians might be offended but theyd relate they wouldnt stand around pointing
finger at each other theyd go off looking to the solve the problem kill the unease
the disquiet an hed promise to pickup the first round incentivising them incentivise
himself a buffalo hunt an if theyd bring it down hed make a gift to
them of the first bites of raw hot liver blood running down their arms dripping
off their elbows laughing in their lust an manhood
their besotted failure
their besotted failure
whod want to look at that
theyd rather pursue the buffalo die
in the chase than admit they failed
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