so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
bring me things to break myself upon till
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
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