Felix fell icy fall so ironically unlucky then and unhappily do I and he pray some kind of muted stain prayer cover good god sweet christ cry love and tear everything from himself that he thought was dear burn the stranger at the table burn every foreign impulse and sleep with the arranged teenagers who arrive at your his hotel room and just surrender to the two thousands because this is how it works and this is every bone in your decaying body and if you sting and if you feel somewhat nauseous you will be relieved of your so cold post you will be relieved from the wall you will be relieved of the black you will be relieved of oath you will be relieved of some sort of brother- hood and even then don't fret because you tried he tried we tried they tried he tried he tried he tried he
go away from this place while it's still your idea
Explosions of centralized heart gestures which is to say I'm coming a gallon of tearful frontbrain expression which is to say I'm punching myself incredibly hard in the back of the neck and lips and lips and parted little lips girl baby touch this vein feel it caving in? feel it gushing some sort of mortal sin?
breathe unthinkingly be
liquored extremely dulled and yet rocketed to some height of fuck
I with teeth would literally tear your throat from your neck
Handshake fuck, coordinate love with hate and tongue in teeth lockdown spitting fast curses to caress a body of fleshy writhing dishonesty and manipulation which is a kind of a sex but also a kind of a destroying or disintegration of his self and every self and it's a hateful act and she herself is some manifestation of a hateful sort of love and her carbon is and was and will be in some way imprinted with His stamp of holy disapproval which is a big deal and speaks volumes for her place in heaven and pity her and pity her oh curses curse a skeleton fuck and a bone structure tight-skinned face an aesthete goddess a beauty queen corpse a rib cage a pair of sticks for legs a set of tits like tiny little pyramids that are barely pyramids but speak to some feminine thing of which I care very little but I suppose entertain just to placate Her and them women with their wetness and truly those who possess the actual beauty because men are more of some kind of package and men are somehow more boring or less surprising of a creation or a discovery in this universe of spaces and things But the women are this gift this stumbled upon mystery or...