Monday, July 31, 2017


Carry me into and on top of a pile of sticks built upon a floor in the
forest and pour onto me whatever liquid you think will make this
fire better than if you didn't pour something on me and will you
sit and watch me burn with some carb-heavy pocket in your hand
dripping cheese and fucking sugar all over your shoes or will you
have the
decency to dress nicely for a funeral and write something worth
saying because the everything outside of you doesn't have time for
nothing statements and let me tell you I've been to a place
where nothing was everything you shouldn't follow in those

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