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poetic injustice belligerent content smother my sins replace my eyes with gold coins to reflect the nation of your attributes cut fast my face ..

if i could bottle things inside me, i would send them to you for safe keeping. i would bottle beauty and insanity. i would bottle sex and drugs ..

perhaps in the world of dreams in the realm of closed eyes and the slightly open lips of sleeping children there is a place where i can become my..

maybe

there is an evoca. just wait.

my s**t

I’m lying in bed, feigning sleep, when I can feel a line being drawn from the back of my neck to the bridge of my nose. I imagine myself being p..

We're still recovering stuff. Just so you know. We didn't stop. [we swear] -fin

in foiled self examination i curse the deamons who haunt me shun them from my eyes as i bury myself in my own clean darkness but before i can be..

DON'T PANIC. seriously, please, everyone read this.