earthquake maneuvers help me abstain from actually cracking
but maybe what it's gonna take is falling off a cliff into paint
there's a lot of mortuary candles, that smell like cheap vanilla, and death
but this was all along the way to forgiveness and curdling guitar tones.
it's picking out the worms, from my tampered illustrations
and figuring out which looks better, HD or truthfulness.
such incredible possibilities, less infected and more varied.
i'll just sit back, incognito, and read some letters, then write my reply.
no voids, it's just that the power has gone out.
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