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piss bouillon
gonna grip a gd ice cube all tight
to self-harm w/o leaving scarsies, to ditch a style, ride a cowboy, to yikes yr way to the top, earn me a brand new “no use to me dead”-claim-away, or even j a plain free day, to ease these attention-rapt handsies ~~~~~~~~(._.)~~~~~~~
thieve me, baby (collect my gore to unlock new features)! this is me being sensual! invoice me through the sweet night, my love (yr cadence-tells leave me yearning)! (so out in the summer glow) i loose scabs like coats! brusque ire runs deep in this amiable desert! there is literally no difference between my body & tinder[dot]com
kindling some wall-pressings-for my dearest resident blood-ghost™, i.e. my newfound razor burns amend an already faded home-having, & now my say-what-you-will-s are either all calcified or rusted, becoming the cutest lil object on television, the ragged roadmaps i swear i have not kissed so, sleep less now; i promise i will not make a sound-- c o f f i n m e , d a d d y
River Phoenix still dies in Flea’s arms |
