This isn't what I'm supposed to be doing

[djsean]

I love her. I love her. I love them all.

I love.

I.

Ont rehe. Not here. Nowhere.

Never was.

Notwithstanding.

No.

On.

Blood and machines, eyes and vision, spirit and soul, your mom's your goddess, her breast an altar, her smile a confirmation.

Col D Or, a frozen entryway that burns it all away, skin and bone, nerve endings and your mind. It eats it all, leaving no place and nothing.

Eutopia is no place, is burning ice that eats me.

Beautiful flowers fuck bees.

-Sean