Compasionate Disaster

lives and how we choose to destroy them

Does he care?

Something's in your stomach, so, yeah?

Next, a thing all over your finger....(not your face)

Perhaps the pleasant house next?

Perhaps our friends live too?

(Their own burden) on this very same block?

How delightful!

(We can carpool?)

Oh... my lovely

Forget about that

And cuddle me darling

Fill each other with pride

Undercover

A present of us - two becomes three?..... maybe four? ((f**k not five!))

The stability trick

You thought I wasn't crazy? Never mind.

I'll Call him, Sir Suicidal Tendencies the 1st. (Mr 2nd f*****g telling third who trains the  fourth who will almost certainly kill me)

My Freddy f*****g Krueger

My living god damn nightmare.

We've both said this all before.

Baby it's bad news....

Portions of flesh are not damage control,

It's not rest for the weary, distraught, or abondoned..

You've forgotten.

But I liked you

I didn't care

But your portions

Remedies, they f*****g hate me.

 

Pull my ripchord

With closed eyes

With closed eyes

I am disaster

The one of the

Cheated, lied, and stolen

Sir ungrateful for everything

My perceived price for freedom

I wish I lived in Hawaii

Where nobody loves me

So I can love them all

Where you can hate me from a far....

And ignore a deep pathology.

(we are unpleasant)

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