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you talk at me constantly, I'm not saying a word its safe to say we're absurd. hold my hand and help me mature any memoir is hers. she wrote a lecture reserved for when i finally had my wisdom teeth caressing the curb let us observe: what a fucking stupid way to begin buzzing gin and water. bodies naked as sin lakeside out in Salem. dragonfly in a plastic jar cancer sign vs. capricorn, analyzing our battle scars Carolina to Santa Barb. appetizing like applesauce patronizing as aunties are, can't subscribe to the catalogue asinine how i rattle on i'll keep it in silence building bridges off this island.. just to set them aflame fire and friendship the same. they're only what you sustain reaping what you sow like karma, barley or grain met the devil, Georgia-bound, in Autumn or May i couldn't sell my soul but there's a market for shame screeching in solitude as our harmony wanes it feels like autism how our talks are restrained to methodic behavior. textbook model procedure we had the same preschool teacher, playing follow the leader im not a preacher. not a pacifist, not a believer bottling ether measured by the volume in liters Chaka Khan in the speakers for those strangers at hand waiting for a yellow light to brake up the dance snake in the grass. make me a man, like Eve in the dark no more meat on the carcass. time to eat out your heart if i see what you are its only part of the plan dragged off to France just to write 'au revoir' in the sand that Honore traffic plus a letter from SHE has me crossing intersections going 73 hallucination fluctuating all direction and speed watching traffic signals shimmer turning yellow to green crack, flashing lights. the taste of metal and blood blackness piercing pitchy whistle breath in your lungs exhale. let me go. let me melt into mud you'll never be okay with what you'll never become. im sorry
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