he’s calling himself funny, for lack of better word.

it always starts like this. he lines himself up in the line of fire, and desperately, as if grasping for the trigger, he scrambles until he can put his eye up to the scope: from the other end.

two people i know tend to do this; pulling out their guts until they can tie a noose and eat it to put it back in place again. two people i know are too afraid to laugh, but fuck knows they call themselves funny anyways.

and if you’re reading this, this isn’t about you.