So at least I have the over here
to scream and scream and take my teeth
and make pillows bleed. To make invisible
creatures cry. To murder, murder, murder
Lovely bloody murder
death, destruction, hell,
Tourette's of Tartarus
Fat black burnt-skinned devils babbling like thorn-paw lions,
like lying girls
like living legends
cheating their endings
and growing teeth
and destroying the world

like the way I just paid
six bucks
for a sandwich
I am not going to eat.

This means nothing.

fin.

<<agé chose>>

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