hauling his freedom, she catwalks away.
two years have now passed and he calls it past. more years will go by and he knows it'll last. hatred and anger, love thy will be done, bling, belong, blast. premiers tuesday, 10pm central, on fox thirteen.
Johnathan is high. Throwing the remote away, he kills the tv. I lied. Johnathan's not high, just barely drunk, he's staring at the tv, holding on to the remote, defeating gravity.
Johnathan's happy. I lied, he's not, he's just not sad. He's leaving soon, a long awaited leave. He's happy, he's not, Johnathan's not sure.
Johnathan's got himself a line. He's going to go fishing, but he doesn't know how. Johnathan's lying. I am going fishing, and I've got no lines, not that I would care.
Johnathan's deranged, deprived, demotivated. Johnathan's lying, he's too excited. I lied, he's not, Johnathan's just dead. Lies, lies, everthing's a lie, Johnathan's not dead, Johnathan, johnny, can you hear me? I am not lying, Johnathan, you don't need a line, you've got what you need, Johnathan, just go. Johnathan, just leave.
leave it all behind.
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3 comments:
man, you must've been taking real good shit you know!
Jonathan cannot let go. He's too afraid of losing things ...
He couldn't let go of himself when he was with her.
He cannot let go of her when she is gone.
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This post looks too perfect to me! I'm not the one to comment on it.
I should get a crash course in writing while johnny is gone!
Guys, I think I am Johnathan!
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