Subject 001 :: District One {FIN} (Flux Bangshire rewrite -- CB)
Feb 28, 2015 23:33:49 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2015 23:33:49 GMT -5
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lmao Anzie literally made me this table so long ago I love you Anzie shoutout you wow
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i want a ticket to anywhere
| One | Eighteen | Male | Odair |
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They corrupted me with one part words, two parts pills, and all parts greed.
Signatures in ink and my life in blood, I was born a proposal and by the age of one, I was a contract. And as I sat in a sea of blankets inside the infant ward, tears running down my cheeks as weighted arms flailed inside the ocean, tears dotting cheeks that were far too chubby and far less drained than they are now.
My Mother and Father were outside as I cried, speaking to a man who's arms waved whenever he talked and whose saliva built cities and empires in the corners of his mouth whenever he talked for too long without taking a heaving breath and slobbering flick licking away the edges of his lips before sucking the saliva back down his throat.
He spoke of me as if I was an opportunity, an opening for achievement, for advancement.
I could be extraordinary.
Sixteen: my veins became needles and my blood became drugs.
And no one knows what it feels like to watch your body become faster, to feel your brain pulsate and to know that you are stronger-
to know that a drug has ruled your entire life.
Pleasure in the form of test results, a lab rat who's brain had actually become more powerful for a time. High fives and whistles, champagne bottles and parties.
Three months later, I became their weapon.
Because bubble walls and champagne windows had all come tumbling down, and my body shook and my mind cracked and I needed like I needed air.
It was a crutch, it was my lifeline and as they watched through thick glass, a boy became an addiction and that addiction became their weapon.
They keep giving me it whenever I need it.
They love to watch me fall.
"Subject 001 -- Success"
They corrupted me with one part words, two parts pills, and all parts greed.
Signatures in ink and my life in blood, I was born a proposal and by the age of one, I was a contract. And as I sat in a sea of blankets inside the infant ward, tears running down my cheeks as weighted arms flailed inside the ocean, tears dotting cheeks that were far too chubby and far less drained than they are now.
My Mother and Father were outside as I cried, speaking to a man who's arms waved whenever he talked and whose saliva built cities and empires in the corners of his mouth whenever he talked for too long without taking a heaving breath and slobbering flick licking away the edges of his lips before sucking the saliva back down his throat.
He spoke of me as if I was an opportunity, an opening for achievement, for advancement.
I could be extraordinary.
Sixteen: my veins became needles and my blood became drugs.
And no one knows what it feels like to watch your body become faster, to feel your brain pulsate and to know that you are stronger-
to know that a drug has ruled your entire life.
Pleasure in the form of test results, a lab rat who's brain had actually become more powerful for a time. High fives and whistles, champagne bottles and parties.
Three months later, I became their weapon.
Because bubble walls and champagne windows had all come tumbling down, and my body shook and my mind cracked and I needed like I needed air.
It was a crutch, it was my lifeline and as they watched through thick glass, a boy became an addiction and that addiction became their weapon.
They keep giving me it whenever I need it.
They love to watch me fall.
"Subject 001 -- Success"
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I had a feeling I could be someone
template by Anzie
Fenn
I had a feeling I could be someone
template by Anzie
lmao Anzie literally made me this table so long ago I love you Anzie shoutout you wow
