

Angry Lowshe drinks and drinks and yells angry lows, dripping through cracks in the ceiling like an acid and then through my ears.Angry Lows
every day on every table we hold every face in our hands except our own.
and my mother she smiles her best smile that she cut from a magazine and taped to the mirror, a picture for everything she left behind.
he drinks and drinks and yells angry lows; tear it down to the ground, tear it down.


Feverstreet lights flicked their tongues raking together flourescent shards, scattering seductively from a cowering child pushing his way through serene fields of pavement (a black curtain tossed over his eyes)Fever
a crumpled finger traced scars within the road condemned with dirt. he collapsed between the chaos of screaming vehicles exploding from oblivion; nomads with nowhere to go.
between the lines dotted with grime grew a rose, deep and mortal red. he thirsted. hated. he grasped the rose, a thorn in his


Box.Repeatwe are crushed inside this box, scribbling and scraping parasites.Box.Repeat
our lips pressed onto the walls hiding from the yellow haze; flourescent lights that exhale across our shirts- cornflower blue.
an army of eyes frail and hooked to a bleeding machine.
we're flooding down into the gutters like rain.
repeat.

Petting is sensual, Mckayla, PETTING IS SENSUAL.
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Why do we feel so terrible if terrible's in fashion?
MURDER PEOPLE.
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i said i was wearing black so you could
see me against the sky
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Why do we feel so terrible if terrible's in fashion?
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Painless love and endless trust, broken wings, that bears too much. [link]
I am amir of the Desert
Come to my Tent and I'll circumsize you
So... is that Bjork in your av?
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Sometimes you should say the right thing, but the wrong thing is funnier
-Matt
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whos psychic? me.
boy em i glad i hav u 4 a frend
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whos psychic? me.
thx for ur luv!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111
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whos psychic? me.
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