we find ourselves stabbing

slicing off peeling sinned

sunburnt skin

in piles the

size of floor tiles

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i taste pure gas

o fuck you zippo

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dyke cycle

bisexual bicycle

joint suckling

noose

swash buckling

fire breathing dragon

((I AM
((FAT

((in my reflection))

my intentions are done

direction, i’ve got none

ideas some

destructed

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listening to:

asthmatic/automatic/bi-sexual/indie/bullshit

watching:

heroes of guitars/

beat beat MISS

/AH FUCK/beat beat beat/complete

-ly/stoned/he groans for beverage

on:

shit/piss/fuck/coffee/crumb

stained

and

encrusted

herpes

and

hiv

loveseat

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we are all made into:

gods of exbox

brains of smokestack

green lung sacks

rastafarian

pirate

lush

fucks

but no matter how many times we win

we’re still little kids

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oh GAWD i just drank

purple drink

(he  says it tastes like nailpolish)