letra de recursion (because the internet alt. ending) - therastasmurf
tires screech outside. dude 2 stands up. there’s a small crash outside
yelling
voice: freeze!
gunshots
the boy and dude 2 look at each other
the boy was making a [no mouth emoji]
dude 2 got up in and fired a shot off toward one of the cops
he missed. the cops didn’t though
with dude 2’s body by his side slumped forward on the couch, the boy slowly got up, his hands raised
it was funny. he had seen dude 2 in that same position blacked out before
he felt the same indifference that had struck him all those times
the cops cuffed the boy and dragged him away
—-10 years later—-
—[play song “last donut of the night” by j dilla]—
the boy wakes up in his plushy, high-end prison cell. the type where all the bankers go for their crimes. the early morning light over the forest laid gently on his mac computer. he had two hours of daily internet time. naturally, he used it to troll people. although now not on twitter, now he uses stlkr. twitter had long since been abandoned and shut down
why? well….because the internet
it’s funny, he had never really felt anything for his father, but now that his money bought him the cell, he was happy with it. the comfy bed and stereo system had really made his stay enjoyable
the boy rarely had contact with people from his past on the outside aside from the occasional stlkr message with naomi. she had gone on to do other things and now had a successful writing career, a husband, and kids
he was strangely okay with it
just as he finished stretching, a guard came to the door with his breakfast. pancakes, bacon, eggs, oj, toast, and all the other standard fare. it was good breakfast, just the same thing every day. the rich white bankers had to be punished somehow
as he sat on his bed to eat, he thought about what he was going to do today. he quickly realized that it didn’t matter. he had been doing the same thing every day for the past 10 years
he was living in an endless loop
he was okay with that
he didn’t have any fake friends, no parties he didn’t care about, no arbitrary bullsh-t
he had the internet, food, and solitude
he was okay with that
why?……because the internet
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- letra de rock & roll queen (live open air gampel) - the subways
- letra de искала (she was looking for) - motel wish
- letra de ricky bobby - nostalgic90s
- letra de crazy - flays
- letra de forever alone (acoustic) - kakkmaddafakka
- letra de a hundred days - autosalvage