wet nursing a wet dream date rotting out next to fig. 3.33, 3.14.
revealing, numbered are the days another piece of the pink pi plate emptied into this sextet of regret infected sores intriguing how this ever came to be scabbed with scorn i never should have been in a surgical state
paving wounds and sores with steps i try to take around the circle of pity infinity figure eights tearing the flesh off of the heart
strings pulling confidence apart another part of the shattered pane window into this strange manifestation of our core intriguing how this ever came to be scabbed with scorn i never should have been in a surgical state
paving wounds and sores with steps i try to take take it all back
back door leads me to a place where i can only hope that time was imaginary therefore the event horizon will hold our hands before that big black hole tears us apart
and where does time start? at the beginning? or at the end of the circle? i could skank around
but i think i've found a way to break the circle i have to break the circle 'cause i cant keep going around.
i cant keep going around in this circle of pity. this circle of pity must end now.