Sleep down the way hobble
then come sunless skies feel so aceless to face this twist of faith,
spaded on iron fences
by unspeak-rabble cat's-trophie,
a whole hella more whore-abled, tormented under
differences betwixt olden dreams and this nightmare fresh face tear off the nearest girl
pair off and send him nuts like he's lost his world class skill, like a fucking mad hat squirrel.
I will need a visit. Health bad. Eating away at my stop stopping heart hopappy happy hopping hard with a syllable limp like just another pimp named Jesus placenta
i can draw you a what I am diagram
I could fuck wombats if they wore makeup
and smiled a little more often.
Oi its a face,
not a coffin on crying crutches,
crown of candy corn
Some from life
spark union wearing
their facsimiles as
: if they're real faces, no one is ever talking in her redundant paintings,
if you'd listen to the insisting
you'd find I haven't been talking circles,
fighting cancer isn't the same as punching cancer kids,
Help me build this tower. Do you think its tall enough...
tall enough to reach heaven?
Hell got even with us,
we got taxes back
but we will never see our innocence again.
Submartian scuba diving driving lupus to the trooper Touba practice
what the fuck
makes people act like this. When can a new shit get
taken, seriously
It ain't right
leaving the white screen
door swing blood
never brings
whites clean
Yesterday still lingers
sticky fingers
bring her
pink hurt
the curtains
Isn't the meat in this
steak out
all night biter,
wake up insider...
better watch her...
or the bitch'll slime off with yer lighter ...
So petrified in leaf bed wrapped in the dark
oh I get her
shame game saddening
: the heavy ebbing forgotten headings,
hyena'd
by clockt out clucks
Those granny eating goblins
fucking with you
but youre never getting off
.... aunt gemima at sunrise,.. her unabled-nature realized as her fibbed motives blow out votives,
My vote is...
Let her hang...
Dont cut her down
Till the rope gives
Away to rotten whispered curses.
Promise me
and he,
that the succubus didn't seduce
the crave of the grave
Tools in dumpy dirty terror
0 from your home inside Whoregon born again porn bin standing in for pleasure where you been sends shivers down the mini blinds in mind's penthouse hand-me-downs, if anyone minds i find it impossible mesmerised by memorizing millions o molehills and making earth breaking mystical mimes, golden girls with musical spines, who needs wind chimes.? When the noise we ate still rumbles around beckoning a hooded harbinger in hard leather to slit and sever the ghastedness left in timid lips and lungs chunks of oh rub it in i !
I.
I am sin.
As tree is seed.
Sin is my beginner spark.
Waiting for my shark.
Its all us sin seeds can do in such darkish pools.
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