what I have is my death upon my breathing air... I love the death-wish because is a coward cunt who needs to be paid from time to time with some light from my retina.
I sweat like a baby's cheek when I see my afterlife in my delicious breakfast milk.
this morning the air was sound and the sound was my skin and we were happy with each other. leaving behind the everyday hill I saw it like a beautiful tight tit waiting to be ignored. I follow its instinct but I threw one of my eye over the shoulder.
the path leaded me into a drunk guy's mouth. of course the environment was dizzy, but I threw out my last eye. my presence has to have something palpable.
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