untitled / "Next Time I Come Home Blood Will Come Avalanching Out of My Mouth" Rewrite / Writing this

i saw you you had different eyes
they were a different color they
had changed color you didn't
recognize me you died and had
different color eyes i am asleep
a foot above the floor they are
greener you died and came back
and your eyes are a different color
then i died and far away a million
years later a star exploded

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Next Time I Come Home Blood Will Come Avalanching Out of My Mouth Rewrite

Hey, Mom! Hey, Dad! Next time I come home blood
will come avalanching out of my mouth. It'll bubble
all over your new carpet. The one meant to clean easily
and also to hide bloodstains. You won't like seeing
my blood on the carpet and you'll ask me to go.

You'll be murdering people! All night long every night.
This will be because you are retired.
The dog will sleep nearby. Sighing.

You will kill people loudly and in big messes.
Their insides look like tangled yarn!
You'll pull it out like taffy. You won't eat it,
but you'll ask if I want to and I'll be tempted
and I wouldn't care if you hid some in my dinner.
You won't tell me what you do with the bodies.
I won't care!

Hey, Mom! Hey, Dad! Take responsibility for your actions.
But don't let the cops catch you. It's a free country.
Don't invite NBC's Dateline over. EVER! Unless you plan on killing them.
Get the cameramen first! If there is a camera-woman get her before the men!

Kill Chris Hansen! Fly me home and hide him in my dinner.
But not his eyeballs. You know I have a problem with texture.

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i type 'you should p' in a text box online
then i navigate my browser away. i'm
asked if i'm sure that i want to leave so
i read 'you should p' and tell it ok
and then i come here and write this
my browser then threatens to crash
so i begin re-typing this elsewhere
but it doesn't crash and then i add
more words to the bottom