home what piano Holds the keys fill that space she left, ineffectively because that there emptiness still eating me up, eatin my whatcha-callit that there genius spirit.
fuck ambition
how hollow the skull rings, there of proud the specter walls--
“SHUT THE FUCK UP, JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP.”
too thin to mask anything at all. Maybe that’s inspiration too.
I’ve sold anything that matters. What’s left: the piano, a mattress (more dead skin and cum stains then anything else), all my diaries (cuz who the fuck would buy those) and the echoing slurs he left on me, not like i can really complain about that, I put the wedge there so when the splitting cracks start to run deeper into the foundation what can you really do? Cum dont hold nothin together. That’s what I got.
Oh and the AIDS. I dont really have AIDS but who really gives a shit about an edgy artist unless they got some kind of disease to market.
for the death you cared
stand bloody steele can
I just play music till the sun wakes up. Then run one out onto my open eyes to keep out that fucking shine.
A freak Anna
for you count, high as grade schoolers into, the game pump
saxaphone screams are done--anything that reminds me of her is fucking oused. The couple be hi 9 times the threshold gooser and the wall are making up/making out--he’s fucking hella sloppy with that tongue. Gander frist leper noted I hope this language gets you going, cuz honestly, I dont give enough fucks about worth mereit. This is more of a confession to crimes I’ve yet to commit. Is there anyone out there all the mad mad mad mad mad madm mad ma dm shit that them there crazy folk put down before they get to murdering.
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he got a family to dictate around.
the for No been I is world can’t will
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in Healing me The North Bilious perscription, diva diva, rememebring that heart conditions kill just as much as car accidents even more, I prolly got lung cancer, But My Vapors Goodbye
NO
forgets you
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