pelvic thrusts
smothering remains
uplifting music
need to make some sense... somehow...
mahogany fingers inside a flesh corridor
meat packing in a way
this is my head
don't run, i'm here to....
i forgot
wings only carry you so far
all my tears come rolling over you, sang someone called alton
i need to agree
only in a somewhat more understated manner
forgive me
beans and peas
i always confuse between
out the window
bushes and cars
trees
minds wondering
finding and losing
yes, yes, i know
shut up you motherfucking idiot you.
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