the entry wound
not visiblefuckin nothin look at it manshe saw him in the coffee shop
first reviewuh huh, we needed somethinhe was so kind
below the third ribwhere, oh yeah, could you back up just a littleand funny he made her laugh
a scratchmove that shadow, great, thanksshe knew she loved him then
for the uninitiated with sleep in the eyefuck what time is it anyway?the hours flew
the exit gaping: frogs and venomous toadsjesus got a buckethow the fuck did this occur
how long she been thereno i feel fine, reallymonths but she can't let go
with those blood orange tearshey, we gonna be done soon?damned brutish words
she doesn't look so bad, at firstshe's kinda cutethe facade is getting harder to maintain
it's enough to make grown men swoon even the tall ones
they say buck up, often
(the night hard and particulate)
pursuing their own crimes
the bedcover smooth
fuck fuck you i loved you i loved you i still fucking love you fuck i love you
listen are we done i got a lot of stuff to do, get these pictures processed, fill in the forms, they keep making the forms more and more complicated, ya know. got a light? hey, i know it's against the rules, but hey, do ya mind? i'm still not used to this stuff after all this time, hope i never get used to it, thanks...hey, have a good night, eh? yeah, have a good night
go blood orange moon come find these boys and shake some truth into the figments tyrone and steven and lukas lights with mild tremor roll another cigarette laugh into the recording device for posterity the club of brave souls embraced heat despite the fan and the girl's eyes go misted as the noise level increases well into the night
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oh, if i were a tall one, how i'd swoon... my pussywillowness is legendary.
Phloxopha: Ruling Authority of the heat humour (fire of body).
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