I see you again, a painful reminder
a casualty of acquaintenance,
looking
The worst writers are the ones who fuck up happy
Catch me. I'm a wreck who let my conscience down.
I'll cast a thousand votes and write a thousand books
sink traps without a catch
the last grocery bags
stacked up in
There's a television on
In the basement where the beasts are
Breathe in
Kindle the fire. a new plague
Now living so deep
Let ‘em hear you in the back.
The muffled whispers from
I can hit record, erase what I'll write.
Cement my place
The knife or the rope or the lemon, this brain
So I'm looking at this bottle, and this bottle, it
You knew it all,
Inside your head was graceful.
You knew suffering
Don't forget to waste your blood and mix it with
This grin is shit-eating and fleeting like a catamaran.
It fits
Work hard, play nice, then send your souls to paradise
That's
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