dawn

Fuck work today, I just couldn’t.

I arrived to find my direct dildo of a boss, and he’s clocking people’s shits.

Meaning,

He’s under constant observation of the restroom, and when someone goes in, he walks the hallway, seeing if he can smell what they left behind.

Then he walks around the office and tells people who blew up the bathroom.

I might kill myself,

I don’t usually mean it when I say that,, but today? Something different about today..

I might kill him.

So I picked the more intelligent route,,

I jotted an email, grabbed my bag, and turned the fuck around.

My body is missing fake opiates, and I’ve got no strength to bite my tongue today.

I could brain that dude.

I could crowbar right into his skull,

I could tell him what I really think and what everyone else thinks….

Or I could take a day off.

I could go back to bed..

Hmmmmm…

15-20 in prison ?

Or just go back to bed,,not cuss anyone out, keep my cushy ass job, scribbling blueprints?

Maybe I’m a bitch too, maybe holding my tongue is the sign that I’m just a punk ass mother fucker too….

Shoulda brained him

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If you stabbed someone right in the skull with the sharp end of a crowbar, you could probably entry/exit wound.

Meaning, you could probably pierce two holes in the skull, if you put a little umph into into.

Then you could pry the top of the skull off and I bet it would make this sound,the cracking of bone.

Probably super satisfying . Just that ccccrunch . And of course you’d want to mic it, so you could use it as a sample, but you’d need a condenser microphone, phantom power.