Relinquish interest,
As the little pill pulls
The thrill of ghouls
Stuck in a dream-state
Of supreme silence,
Lying dead to destiny-
Busted-up eggplant
Potions, mucoid trust.
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What are they trying to do,
Bridle together fragments?
Questionable vibrations
Of a looney on overdrive-
How about die you swine,
Get out of my mind, yeah
I had to choose life, so I'm
I had to choose life, so I'm still sober, but I do enjoy your instinctive ability to craft startling innovations of language. When I see a new post by you, I consider it a must-read. Always a pleasure.
Nametagged chaos
I chose life too, stress of sobriety on hold, enslaved with bloodstained collar. Thank you Sis with a kiss!
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitutes