(2014)
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
bring me things to break myself upon till
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
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
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