19 34 56 29 33 10 11, the numbers you marked on the sheet, the numbers they called. Your flooded, you made it, the top notch. Its all yours. You call to claim it, they want your name address, I.D. social, everything, all you want is for them to admit you won this bitch but they wont. Its just pulling hairs, their turning grey as you let them pluck it. Pluck those chords, pull them, blood, cells hemorrhage. Its all just archaic blood cells. You dont have anything but paper with numbers. Just numbers.
So you wait, wait for the snow to fall, wait for the cave to become a cow. Your knuckles raw, your teeth falling out. You won fair and square that lotto is yours.
Julia walked onto the platform, heels and all, gown of red, dunce cap. They hand her a roll of paper, 5 people clap, just like they did for the other 29 before. Bland colors, an ocean of red, white grey, its all the same. That paper, you waited for for 13 fucking yrs to get, its your gateway, you paid your dues. It your turn for the world to want you, for you to conquer, conquests hear your roar.
4 kids, fat, grey, "I want my parties back, I want a whore, she'll fuck tonight if I get her drunk first. Ya I slept with her" "His Money stole all her love." "Our kids are just their own problem."
And you might have all the money in the world but your just an empty weak fragile little whole for the world to stick its raging cocks in. and you love it all the attention all the liquid. But youve rejected your family, they've rejected you. Which is all fine in the meantime cause how could this go wrong, ive got my helmet and seat belt on, and half a bottle in me.
Emptiness is all you are.
rinse and repeat.
rinse and repeat.
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