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Jimmy's faces come out in the rain

Face in the rain

When your strange

No one remembers your name

So you say
But it seems to me many remember your name

 Jimmy

And you were fucking strange  

Went to your grave one day

Stood for a while wondering

what you would say

So many came to see your name

They had to take it away  

When your strange

You die in France

Then one day you are an urban legend

And people will fuck On your grave

Fuck on the grave With no name

And cry because they weren't there

To see To hear To catch some sweat as you gyrated... As you expired  

When you're strange

No one remembers your name

So you say

Oh, wait so you said You are not able to say

That's right You're fucking dead

Chris McQueeney 3/11/13

Contrast

Our subject flows

Striding from behind the door

Our subject flows

Progress marked steadily

Across the floor

While lofting through the sky

The sun decides our subject’s fate

From bright to dark the sky goes

Upon the setting of the sun

What's happened to our subject

Only one man knows...why it is at night

He never shows

Christopher McQueeney    2/4/13    10:20 A.M.

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Some fucking guy

Because I knew

I tried

I tried so hard

Oh god I swear I did

I tried so hard

To be strong for you

For as long as I could

But that was much more

Then I could ever do

Be always strong for you

It took so much more from me

Then you could ever see

But I had to be

Strong for you

So those times

My strength fell through

They hurt so much more

Then you ever knew

Because

I knew

You needed me

To be strong

For you

Chris McQueeney    2/3/13    12:11 A.M.

I was kidnapped once…in Nampa Idaho. By some truckers that I didn’t even fucking know; because of some fucking guy I barely fucking knew. They forced me to come with them on the hunt for this guy I barely even knew, over one hundred and fifty dollars. They kidnapped me because of someone else, because of one hundred and fifty dollars. I had no Idea where he was. Not sure but I think his name was Jason. My sister and brother in-law actually saved my ass that day. Those fucking truckers that I didn’t even know held me at gunpoint (well, one of them had a gun…the other two had fathead screwdrivers the size of crowbars) for an hour and a half as they drove around looking for the guy.

When I got home, I was living with my sister, the only thing I could think of doing was grabbing my brother in-law’s shot gun and fucking killing those truckers that I didn’t even know. My sister and brother in-law saved those truckers that I didn’t even knew, because I was going to kill them, but she and he wouldn’t let me leave with the gun.

All over one hundred and fifty dollars, and some guy I barely even knew.

No

Those dumb fucking truckers almost died, because I wanted to go hang out with some fucking guy I barely even knew, that I didn’t even like, because he might have drugs…