when the heart stops beating.
i will starve myself until there is nothing left but powder that was once bile & a stiff tongue that is laced w/obscenities & songs. The disease is grand, gripping, and you learn to endure the pain & pass it off as an intruder--a cumbersome reminder that everything you do or thought is ultimately wrong.
imma drop
drop
drop
to the tune of mourning
make this time less important--fleeting explosion like the comet.
NO.
Fucking.
way.
here are the odes.
to all of you.
i think of you often.
all my hugs and kisses until i can see fit to return to compooter-land.
i will starve myself until there is nothing left but powder that was once bile & a stiff tongue that is laced w/obscenities & songs. The disease is grand, gripping, and you learn to endure the pain & pass it off as an intruder--a cumbersome reminder that everything you do or thought is ultimately wrong.
imma drop
drop
drop
to the tune of mourning
make this time less important--fleeting explosion like the comet.
NO.
Fucking.
way.
here are the odes.
to all of you.
i think of you often.
all my hugs and kisses until i can see fit to return to compooter-land.
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testykitten:
oh will i have to stalk you through the mail?
sorrowsjoy:

