if you lived in hell you'd be home by now. however clever that line is, indeed you live in the opposite of heaven- beside yourself- so in many ways you are quite cozy reclining inside your mind's confines overstepping every boundary etched in once-wet concrete. yesterday you couldn't eat. presently: still un-hungry.
everything seems really dirty. maybe because it is.
everything seems really dirty. maybe because it is.
it's too early for this.
everything seems really dirty. maybe because it is.
there is a feeling like looking at dried semen on somebody's sleeve or in the kitchen sink that makes you think: "really? i mean, really? you're not kidding? you've got to be kidding me."
everything seems really dirty. maybe because it is.
it's too early for this.
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