1Sand's Psyche
Okay. Again, this is one of those fics that might be deleted in the future. I don't like it, so it may just kinda disappear after it's been posted and people say, "This is shitty. Don't quit your day job." Well, my day job is washing dogs, and I enjoy it, so I won't. Scout's honor.
Sands' Psyche
Hell, they're just eyes. Consider it a minor setback.
(Shit, don't kid yourself.)
I can find my way. Mexico's not THAT big.
(No, it's fucking HUGE.)
Well then, I'll... take a taxi.
(Cab drivers? You'd be better off dead.)
Just remember, I'm-
(Sheldon Jeffrey Sands, Sands, Sands...)
They throw shapes,
(I catch 'em.)
Damn right.
(Keep dreaming, cowboy.)
Keep your eye on the-
(Hello? Can you hear me now? Fucking Bells...)
Life is like-
(One BIG enema.)
You bite off more than you can chew, then you lose more than you bargained for. You don't need to-
(Think twice before ripping that patch of your eye-hole and skull fucking you to death.)
I'm Sheldon Jeffrey Sands.
(No, your screwed, that's what YOU are.)