Met poem
Such panic in a single moment. Where have I been? Who am I that I've been waking to? Such questions come to pass at a moment like this; inebriated and reconformed by a will to forget to oil the freight train of thought.
I'm incapacitated by some force that could only make you wish there was a god just for a save haven.
That's okay. Shit, these days the plastic and people are mending.
a casket ain't so bad. no, ma, it ain't. i feel nauseous again. could be the medicine. type my number again. please. someone's home. might be father. don't bite on the mercury. might get cold. split your rose into two. can't smell both at once, no?
No. It seems there is some aggression debating the reliance of imitation
Such type of change is vagrant
much panic like this.
i wish i knew if you know what i'm saying. that would surely say something.
I'm incapacitated by some force that could only make you wish there was a god just for a save haven.
That's okay. Shit, these days the plastic and people are mending.
a casket ain't so bad. no, ma, it ain't. i feel nauseous again. could be the medicine. type my number again. please. someone's home. might be father. don't bite on the mercury. might get cold. split your rose into two. can't smell both at once, no?
No. It seems there is some aggression debating the reliance of imitation
Such type of change is vagrant
much panic like this.
i wish i knew if you know what i'm saying. that would surely say something.