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I've been spending time in the cemetary

I've been playing with its dust

lighting up, one thing after another...its the end of the world

And I am alone

So why not ask a more pressing question

cuz.. "shit's hitting the fan" and "people

are going up in their own white flames"



Okay, I'll say it again.

or, maybe I won't.

I'm starting to forget the whole point.

I sit in the cemetary and I smoke smoke smoke until

my lungs make me vomit.

Until my mind has grabbed me and shaked me and freshened

the wounds

"I want every inch of you"



But the words fall off the edge, like Columbus thought he would when he discovered that the world had more to it then even God planned for