#i'd like to resynch up to this tbh this is the kind of fucking dumb whimsy i miss doing more often

[autumnbrambleagain]

i'm glad i save random things to my hd because i foudn this fucking nonsense i wrote in a fugue state 14 years and 2 months ago at 2am

the door is locked

whokilledem

the answers ghosts pat always ghosts

all these years in my line of work

a hundred murder cases and ghosts

all of em

henry you are the worst detective get out of here i am not hiring you anymore go back to

drinking whisky

and talking in metaphors

little did pat know that i was collecting evidence on him

evidence of crimes

ROARING TWENTIES CRIMES

dame sashayed into my door

legs short and compacted

like revolvers

her body long and flowing

like the smoke trail of revolvers

her eyes glistened black in her dangerous looking face

like the muzzle of a revolver

her whiskers twitched as she leaned over my desk

like a revolver sliding out its holster

in a weasely voice

like a revolver's report

she said she needed my help

like a revolver does for to be pulling its trigger

i couldnt resist her

just like a revolver bullet passin through my soft body

dame weasel i said

mickey is gonna come afta ya

you need a place to stay

like a holster

for revolvers

she leaned her long little body over my lap

like revolvers gearing up to be aimed

and she asked if i had an idea

like revolvers waiting to be fired

i told her to hide out with me

and my revolvers

we ended up in my bedroom

with my revolvers

and then she pulled out a revolver

it was a revolver

and she pointed it at me

like it was a revolver

and told me there was a change of plans

like revolvers changin' cylinders

and that mickey and his boys were coming for me

with revolvers

and if i stayed shut and still shed make sure they went easy on me

like well oiled revolvers

and i said to her

flapper stoat dame

i like ya babe

but no one points a revolver at

revolver henry

so i took out my revolver

and we shot at one another

with revolvers

and in the heat of the moment

like the heat of revolvers

we began to make love

with our revolvers

does it really end like this

i asked

as i stared down the snub nose of her revolver

yeah she said

cocking back her revolver

i was the crime boss all along she said

steadying her revolver

it is okay though

she said

shooting her revolver

if i hadnt noticed

she said

over the din of her revolver

she was

under that dress

a zombie thing

with a revolver

and shed bring me back

as a zombie

and i asked

as i felt my blood spill out

like the bullets of revolvers

if i could get to use revolvers

when i was a zombie

she said yes

and

for the first time in my life

i was happy

like revolvers

firing their first rounds

being a zombie

and a gangster

is not bad

like revolvers

i get to wear a suit

with stripes like the cylinders of revolvers

and i get to use guns

like revolvers

and taking orders from a compact chick

tough like a revolver

does something for me

i think i have found where i fit in

like bullets

in the chambers

of revolvers