revenge Black Argonaut revenge is a dish best served cold... it is very cold... in space... 030225 ... Freak you gotta learn your lesson somehow. 030225 ... eat id revenge is the pleasure of a weak mind 051116 ... tilt avenge 051116 ... tender_square his car is his achilles. taped along the dash is the blurred image of a woman he claims to forget. she wounded him somehow. he yells, "honey, i'm home" when he enters. i am unruffled for the time being. a cruelness within wants to pick the scab off and expose his hurt to air. nick paint with small scratches, deflate one tire, place sardines under the hood where his heart lies. in a dream, i watched a police officer conscious and sprawled on the sidewalk; he told me the city was going to hell. law tips towards the assholes. the hook slips between my lips and tugs. i want to make explicit what is already implied through non-contact, through the refusal to engage. i want to make his living subtly frustrating: with cameras, with drilling walls in daytime, with surprise check-ins that make him squirm. what's the good in being good if it doesn't produce the results? my ego erupts in emotional responses. "i can't let him get away this, i can't let him push me around." do i flirt with a darker side or remain as i stay, quiet and observing, noticing and noting. i swallow a pill that tastes like pepper and blunts the spikes. i watch a fictionalized coach refuse to badmouth an opponent who's betrayed him. i read words on reddit that advise "play by the rules, win the game." i wake from a dream where i'm visiting a hospital and doing all i can to not become infected with a sickness taking over the town. 230501 what's it to you? who go blather from