Let's find a rock, I mean a big-ass rock. Or maybe something like, a cinder block is better. I'll hoist it up and drop it on your face, my buddy. . And just before the lights go out.
Into the darkness we run. See their faces full of blood. Take this bread from. Take this rib from me. . Blue green day. No need for tomorrow. And you face the face that.
another day of breathing. acrid and thick, I inhale. feel it burn inside. when will the smoke clear. seems like its been forever. seen only death and disease.
Burned alive from the inside. My hatred set ablaze. I am sickened by this life. You could never understand. . All my prayers were never answered. Despite my loyalty.
Generation fuck you to define and redefine. You'd make them all the same but molds they break away. Safely inside looking outside go keep on picking at it it's just going to get bigger.
Anytime but now. Anywhere but here. Anyone but me. I've got to think about my own life. We are consumed by society. We are obsessed with variety. We are all filled with anxiety that this world would not survive.
There's something acting on this body. Something goes in when nothing comes out. And someone's acting on this information. But nothing's registered from this location.
Ahistorical - you think this shit just dropped right out of the sky. My analysis: it's time to harvest the crust from your eyes. To surge and refine, to rage and define ourselves against your line.
And he's happy because she's got skin. And she's happy just to let him in. When he asks will you let me in?. And from a place where they share skin,. They say come inside and he's happy because she's got skin.
Can't ask for more so why unfulfilled. We take apart everthing we build. Had it right here but now it's gone. On and on. Break.
I'm not playing with you,. I'm not playing with you,. I'm not playing with you,. I clean forgot how to play.. But you can still come around,. In fact I invite you down,.
This is a birthday pony. This is a strange kind of rest. Because i feel like a guest when I'm right here at home. I'm not right here at home. I opened up these accounts.
I'm sick with this I'm sick with this. Situation avoided or just missed?. My own sweet time says it's ten twenty four. Hardly recognise simple things anymore.
You can't be what you were. So you better start being just what you are. You can't be what you were. Time is now and it's running out. You can't be what you were.
Autonomy is a world of difference. They're creeping round but they know they can't come in. Back from the front with observation it's still there. Across from me an extreme example.
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Seven sins of wantonness. And everythin' that's good is gone. Sell it for the glory from the peers. Silicone priestess scratch the back and. Twists the knife to bone.
Had a bad day again. She said I would not understand. She left a note that said I'm sorry, I. I had a bad day again. . She spilled her coffee broke a shoelace.