HE MOVES A ROOM AND SOBERS UP

simply and stupidly as I hide your head if

you are thirsty. We'll dill a black cauldron's jam

according to the car in tears since the show

keeps satisfying a melting and refreezing of what

exits from the steps of others resorting to sex

after they've suspected how quickly the

days are sickening. 

BLUR CONCERN WHEN I REIMBURSE

the beefeaters. Data streams won me bruises and blood

often disappearing to bed at five in the morning, spinning again

with an ugh. I'm sure what comes before my shirt reads

mass delusion and media manipulation teaching that

serial killers buy engagement rings. Zoos to choose, 

abuse everyone.

WHAT LEADS TO ME LEADS TO YOU

waking up this morning and thinking my heart has

stopped. Summon the sea and the passengers will be

removed from the trains within our brains. I went to

bed after your heart dropped. Fuck my pussy doctor.