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<3 krak the shell and let the yolk bleed~ drip spill out~runny messy can't catch words not in existence. fetal attempts to delve into your oceans. sea?...
('shake em on down')Blues wail hard hits, beat the walk bloody and strut. Break the cement underneath the steel toe boots and rock forward. Shatter the ground making mountains and valley's in the wake of existence. Justified hard hats and heads living amongst the plush pussy fortay of the streamlined pin-up banner markets and capitalistic venturisms. Sumbody fuckin shoot me. Make me puke one more time. Make sickness feel real-physical- something to touch is believable. Simple be hard to realize when the marked necessity of computers among the populus is deemed 'irreplaceable'. Fuckin choke or let me smack it out of you.
Not much to say because I talk too much. It's the small things and the moment for now; always looking down the path wondering whats next and how.
“They always- they tell me riight now best thing to do when you see sumthin trouble happenin is to call 911, but I believe it’s best an’ quicker ta kall .357" -R.I.P Burnside
