A quaalude mainline and servitude to a feeling. An anemic fix, a grasp around the wrist. That chemical embrace is our leap of faith, a little handheld god to pass the day. So fetishize your great “get me off” and swallow cancer, collagen fibers' soft. Watch the shawl eclipse the eyes. Watch the shawl eclipse the lives. Overdosed/underwhelmed, a sterile and simple barrel to the temple. A rot that guides us, a "sensus divinitatis." A miscarried god to pass away with. So fetishize your great “get me off” and swallow cancer, collagen fibers' soft. Watch the shawl eclipse the eyes. Watch the shawl eclipse the minds. Parachute my prayers. Parachute my prayers. When response is intravenous, parachute my prayers.
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