like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead

life and even one good thing– anything, a course in wonders becomes? no school, thanks not for me. no lesson one so likes declaring to find itself legs. no

webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always

of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery

just start over not so much like anything was particularly

root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live

better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally

i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.

the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely

they really do know how to shove something up your ass like

yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what