thatsawyer

We used to love each other like a sister and a brother and it used to be so sweet and lovely. But then I discovered your secret little cupboard and the things inside just shocked me. But I learned to like it and it feels so right, with my feet tied up in the air. Eat me. Drink me. Damage me. Beyond repair. We used to do a little and often it'd trickle into something that got out of control. It was a slippery slope and when you started to choke I'd say 'Hey, this aint rock and roll'. So you woke up dead, at the foot of my bed, with your head tied up in the air. I made you. I drank you. I damaged you. Beyond repair.

I approach as a man with mechanical mandibles Extended in a come scrap with a digital linguist position Faded out from the fact that a skull piece and a prom of display from the feminine drum kit's affliction Man listen Actual fact is my brain bubble that's soaked in the millenial paranoid Cloak of misty eye just maimed another bitchy quadrapeligic metaphor fairy With math ten and a halftime scary I'm riding out soul fishing cloud-killing field fodder Fucked in the brainstem cadet of proletarian hemmorage modern steam The sick is in the Pol-Pottery Who kept the deco shards of the recipients of the snot box bombardment barrage For

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