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He was very good at two things: cooking eggs benedict, and killing people oh, he was good at a lot of things, but very good? a master of the craf..

Mushrooms eat the dead then they gather themselves and push up, exploding out of the earth, sometimes they even leave a dent in the dirt, ..

Saved this bottle of wine but no idea who the hell I’m saving it for it’s all as blurred as the painting I attempted of ..

I let fear open the window yesterday and now he’s stuck with me I don’t want to be this gray lump of juice in salt sea don&..

It feels as tho we are the last town on Earth, the last black spot on the map, the last gasp of history; It feels as tho we are clawin..

Oh I think I know the neighbor is the devil’s son and he’s got side-eye and his wife, she gives me the feels that funny feeling I..

My grandfather told me I’d live to see the juice days but damn I never believed him, really; Like I never believed in balloon animals ..

If I could rest awhile here I would, halfway between shadows and the sun in this space where time runs like air as gasp days come and ..

The breakdown is chemical in my liver, my lover is consumed and becomes this thick water that I piss out and moan groan to the morning; ..

I do fear death maybe a little, but then again we’ve looked each other in the eye a couple of times now, given that knowing grin ..