i stopped buying stamps ever since pop music started taking over the world and my body filled with milk, fertile with toxic waste i don’t necessarily enjoy. i stopped waiting for the right time ever since i know you would fuck girls who could pull it off - whatever the hell that really means. everything i have learned has only made the progression of my cancer worse, my doctors say ‘cancer of the mind’ i say cancer of life
today, i got a tattoo down my spine
WHAT IS THIS BRAZEN GLORY I TAKE YOUR ARMS INTO MINE WILD PULSATING JOYS THE REMAINDER OR WAS IT REMINDER OF LIFE DIVIDED BY THE TIME WHEN YOU HAVE NOT YET MET ME WHILE I ACHE FOR YOUR BODY WARM NEXT TO MINE I AM NEXT IN LINE AND THE END OF HISTORY IN YOUR MEMORY
with a disclaimer that said
my young murderous mind salvages what’s left of your already consumed appendages. spring awakening and sexual gratification is just an excuse for revenge
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