Friday, December 12, 2014

I do not have the drive to write.

Cono
Plea your flea

Underneath me there is a bee

I cave you sartre and I am shit.


Queer for me is a rude and hoeful shop.
Laughter and God do not believe in my mank

Dwell in the changes you crush with your drug, nanchick

Blow me fuck is not my life.  Oh, I am a flask of boo.

To write is to listen and love.

Quit me and lead your life troubling deleted mazes.

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