jab capone’s vault – posthumous works 2 – untitled

here i am, going through files, stalling on creating something wonderful, and finding little snippets of stuff written that i have no idea why it was created. here is one of those random paragraphs i just find laying around.

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What was that thing I was feeling, scraping up from the gray sheets shadowed with my body’s proof of existence, that would never wash off? Was it some sort of life? An rage, a fire? Me ready to attack the world using all my bitterness to plunge across its stomach and let the entrails flop out, the weight of the beginning dragging out the rest. World, today I would conquer you. Today I would spit hot coffee from my mouth like the venom of a thousand deadly lizards and claw at you the way only something that is truly in fear can. I would survive because I survive. Fuck what I could fuck. I would be the reason we are all here. I would be god and I could see all of my futures condensed into one fuck you beam of light shooting from my third eye’s green contact lens right up your ass and out your cock we would be the prism of the universe. I took a green tie. Red ties are for pussies.