by Film Matt James, who do you think? I just said by Film Matt James in the title.
THE SUICIDE TARGET
Crab was spending the night at my house.
She became sick to her stomach and ran away.
I walked all over the city searching for her.
I found her in a Target parking lot.
She was sleeping underneath someone’s car, curled up inside a trashbag.
She said she was feeling better, so she got up and we turned to enter the store.
That’s when I noticed the bodies.
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One corner of the vast parking lot was covered in dead bodies.
The bodies were in varying states of decay.
I noticed a man jumping off the supermarket roof, with a line formed behind him.
Naturally, Crab and I went to investigate.
There was a large stairway leading to the roof.
Atop the stairs was a cheerful woman at a desk.
She asked us to fill out paperwork.
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When we were confused, she explained that the Target doubled as a legal suicide station.
Anyone who felt like killing themselves could sign some papers and jump to their demise.
Because we didn’t wish to die that day, Crab and I left.
We entered the store.
Strangely, the inside of this Target was decorated for an upscale party.
However, there were chimps everywhere, flinging their feces at people.
I shook myself awake.
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THE OCTOPUS
The ghastly chewiness is a fair punishment
Rubbery fish taste
Octopi can learn to use tools
They can recognize individual humans
I’m sorry I ate you
It won’t happen again
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HOME
If you were my home, I would rely on you for safety and comfort.
If you were my home, I would settle inside you and never leave.
If you were my home, I would treat you with the utmost care and avoid damaging you in any way.
If you were my home, I guess I would be expected to invite my friends into you.
Now I don’t like this metaphor
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A FOND FAREWELL TO A FRIEND
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
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You lied
You lied
You lied
You lied
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Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
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Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
Film Matt James is sometimes a poet, sometimes a filmmaker and always nervous