Monthly Archives: November 2018

What of it?

What of it what of it what of this shining thing of need, a bloody swelling, some balloon full of a breatheable blood — if you take a mouthful, your voice will rise, rise, rise, become a high pitched scream, … Continue reading

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the world is on fire

the world is solution maybe then mediation anything what everyone else says is someone tell between everything is a fake i hope i me someone someone get me anymore but lose myself and i will lose you that is all … Continue reading

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