miller litefell and managed to avoid the ground so here's to taking it standing back up again. so there I am sinking slowly moving past anything cause I know it all just falls into place in the end I'll take what I want even if it's beating. it's just that it is that it was that. I am always game to forget you'll pull me in you don't hold me close you are ceiling spiders you are bad names so there's my stomach shifting places I sing when I'm asleep I'm cold stone miller lite under your skin and I sink directly into your bloodstreammiller lite
monthshunched over the toilet bowl dry heaving trail of clear stomach something slides out my throat likemonths
a dead fish I just want november to be over I want something to look forward to that I actually look forward to I want you to be sorry so I don't have to be sorry i want water to be thicker.
I'd want august back,
but i've been living in last may i've been trying to sink out of september.
apples and bearsyou calm me out you shake me loose. I am where ever I should have been a little too late I am whiskey puking drunk and I wish I would have been alone.apples and bears
where I was a thousand miles just standing still I am just cheaper now. I lost it all like waking up from a dream life is supposed to be losing things just to find them again. Yeah right, life is just losing things so you can miss them until they're gone. you and your thick blood build, your slow heartbeat, like gluck, gluck, gluck nothing pulls you close, nothing can push you away. sometimes
rdFocus.rd
you have two choices, it’s easy, if you think about it. I am content to close my eyes but I leave them wide open "count your strokes" 1, 2, 3, my breath is sharp, it sticks inside of me. I swallow it, I don’t need it anyways.
Focus. 1,2,3. I suck at memorizing numbers, but goddamn i can count pretty well. once I figure out how far I’ll go- there’s not much left to getting there. 1,2,3. I am five foot six I am twice as deep. you’re a door I want to open you’re a disappointment I wa
| we should be drinking their champagne...but we'll settle for their beer! |
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High, on fire.
Fire on high.
on high fire
High, fire on
Thank you!
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You're no scarlet prim proper rose
Sing me your pretty prose
Lips pressed nose to nose
Legs entwined with twenty toes.
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
xo!
shane
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an antique arms and armor expert
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