buckner, mo there is nothing for miles beyond this wretched ghost town. your eyes lock onto a crumbling shitty black billboard. your pretty face is going to hell. how horrified they’d be to know we are all already there. you live by a rusted train station where no one has ever bought a ticket from. yet, the trains never stop running screeching through this hellscape town. there is a 7-11 on top of a hill. and when the sun goes down, the damned cashier’s eyes glow a bit redder. you are careful not to stand under the lights that flicker in the back of the store. in the cracking panelled halls of your best friend’s house
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