while we used long fingernails to carve epitaphs into the
the vomit on your lips tastes like the sex of
My skin has atrophied.
It has been so long since the
Dopestick for your sympathy i'm a cold silthering monster haunting
Semen tastes like gunmetal she said smiling,
the arms of boys
rebellion impossible your cabal crushed in its infancy they watch
rebellion impossible your cabal crushed in its infancy they watch
To enter your thoughts for just a few seconds as
single-file lemmings prepare the mandate in effect simply a testament
to
[Stooges cover]
Huh!
down on the street
where the faces shine.
floatin' around
i am content in the wooden half of ventriloquism with
such the delicate locust without your wings have you ceased
Certain things fascinate me.
First I went blind and then the
Long sleeved in the summer,again in our gray shirts,leaning against
quixotic concept of examining foreign cultures as opportunities
for brotherhood
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