I just saw a bum wipe his ass with a Picasso drawing.
I hate being awkward, off-putting.. "Call muhmuhmeEe".
It takes faking apologies. Lol, I just pace, making a zombie scream.
I'm naked. Planking. They follow me.
Showing kiddies how to play Jason on hallow's eve
(sry)srsly Painstakingly drama queen.
Gta, baking & Dramamine.
Good evening. Tasting the Bate's basement in the autumn breeze.
Moscato concussion. This fucking coffee's disgustingly smooth.
I'd be found if it wasn't for you.
Climb me down this exquisite blushing is blue.
Portland is stupid. All my friends go snowboarding & shooting.
I look at it like more of recruitment but I'm Lord of Illusions.
Would you crawl through glass for my morbid amusement?
Where teh fuck did the corpse of the muse sprint?
Had it in the storage to use it. Fucking a, sorta confusing.
I could'a swore I just, you seen.
I left out the saw dust, perfume scheme.
Bu-dum-bump, a bum's toilet paper.
My lung's poison is air. A crumb of oil for flavor.
Then run it over, like later.. on we should do acid & shrooms,
dwindle our beings in the blackest lit room.
Rekindle, we're reading the intro to grieving.
Sixteen stories & that window's for leaving.
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"black as midnight..black as pitch
blacker than the soul of the foulest witch"
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