looking into this...

but now, i sort of enjoy it. we catch up. i tell her how ive been, and what ive been up to. she responds, and cant tell me anything back. her ghostly lips dont breath anything in, and the windows to her soul are fogged by the rain. her real body is somewhere, walking, walking. its a nice dream

you ever write something so good you inspire yourself?

i look up small businesses with good ratings and bot them with 1 star reviews. i give knifes to good people, and guns to murderers. theres two eyes in my head, but im looking to get that fixed

i cut the break lines in cars. service workers scowl when i walk in, and i snicker knowing they have to serve me. when i go to the train station, i cover the yellow lines in slippery oil, and the rails in glue. the point is as many people love me as you, and i have a heart

but now its lightning has arrived, and the world will be dipped in its ocean. the house is destroyed- and somethig something metaphor metaphor i cant think im in so much fucking pain

yes, but it does not specify which direction the other train is in. if its 1300 miles south, it would collide with the train but if its 1300 miles north it'll be heading in the opposite direction

last time i was here...

technically the trains could be going opposite directions and never collide