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All The Useless Things These Hands Have Done

from Tinfoil on the Windows by soso

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I've just gotten past not knowing, only to confront getting on with it. And everyone who was once here has since moved on or doesn't care or doesn't care to even remember being here. and I've stained all the wooden bits, collected ashes, carried donkey eyes in my pockets. Kept a lock of silver hair folded in a plain white envelope and stored in a velvet monogrammed bag in the sock drawer. And it's cardboard and black licorice spit. Paint everything brown. Take down all the pictures from the walls and stuff sawdust in the empty nail holes. all I want to do is quit.

I've cut all my skin tags off with a pair of fingernail clippers. I stayed up all night listening to the old man's records. Searching for clues under the crackling grooves, trying to remember the intoxicating scent of black shoe polish and booze. and cutting off your finger. refinishing furniture. a dead sister. a dead mother.

I now realize that cutting off my thumb would accomplish nothing. There is no nobility in suffering unnecessarily. the absence of suffering is too often mistaken for happiness. work for its own sake is hardly virtuous mom. everything I once thought sacred is ugly and profane. everything goes to shit. everything goes to shit. and I'll be there with my shit eating grin, holding her hand, hoping she likes me on some "I hope she likes me" shit. my sister says my need to please is due to the old man's disease. my mom says it's for the same reason I'm so hard on myself. we can drink to your health, my brother will drink to your eyes, and I won't stop drinking until I'm not thirsty anymore or one of us dies.

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from Tinfoil on the Windows, released November 13, 2007

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