circumlocution just a parlor game in a kissing chair anything to make me sigh
you never really changed you never really tried to detox
a constellation of zits and a snail trail of snot i’m losing patience with this hoping that you’re not an asshole
echo location i owned those ugly streets and that ugly man by walking all over them by being other than
i never really tried to detox
a dire harbinger fire engine red what holds your cells together will or just a killer’s fear of death?
that ugly mouth a freakish holdout thought you were used to it forgot to choose this shit a holy constellation and you abused it a snowy haunted season shining up your shoes bet that’s the only reason you don’t lose
self immolation just a parlor game in a kissing chair anything to make me laugh