gnunat

oh extended self...you talk too much for my meager human ears. how about i just live through the boundries of layers making it all stick and explode mushy on your walls.

enflamed moans haunt your night if flames live above you. dry-out deserts and desperate hands sigh, aghast by disinclusion. now, when blood drips through the ceiling, i choke on my own chain, and scream pills into kidneys. this masquerade helplessly prods friends to helplessness. oops. silly brain...trix are for kids.

five thousand.