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right before their eyes
apple pie, baseball, fireworks,
racism and fucking over
the next guy before he
fucks you
amazingly, most people
don't believe in evolution
even though it is playing
out right before their eyes
democracy is the last flower
hanging on in a drought
and sadly, none of this
rain actually penetrates
the concrete jungles
anymore
not sure if people
understand what
happens when
that flower dies
i doubt we have the
stomach to understand
how many senseless
deaths we still have
to come
so, laugh while you can
love as much as you can
be present as much as
possible
the final days are finally
upon us
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ghosts in a haunted house
another lost afternoon
some guy strumming
along to an old elvis
costello song
you remember playing
that for one of the past
loves of your life
some memories
are roses
some are ghosts
in a haunted house
both of them are traps
needless retreats on
the flat circle of time
endless thoughts of
what could have been
are only good for
alcohol sales
here comes another
holiday
just in time
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this horror show
cry yourself to sleep
every other night for
a month
stress has a way of
eating away at your
soul
makes the figure in
the mirror into a monster
the worst of you still
to come
as death gets closer to
the door the inevitable
demise creeps into the
brain and stays
plunging into a depression
that has no bottom
eventually, you forgot
you know how to swim
that this horror show is
the same movie you've
been in all your life
but this shit never ends
like the movies
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the prettiest girl in the world
shooting stars
in the quiet
of the night
wishes never
seem to come
true
my mother
told me to
have patience
and one day
the prettiest
girl in the
world would
be mine
what a
fucking
lie
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lost in your own world
embrace the pain
and keep on going
these words aren't
limitless
one day you will
be broken and lost
in your own world
sprint to the finish
only the fools think
forever is even
possible
J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) is trapped in suburbia, plotting his escape or faking his own death. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at The Beatnik Cowboy, Horror Sleaze Trash, The Rye Whiskey Review, Disturb the Universe Magazine and The Asylum Floor. He has a book coming out later this summer with Casey Renee Kiser. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights.
