No more December means I survived.
I swam thru another--never pretty but buying time until the race was complete and I could chew off my tongue and freeze it with the bags of mixed veggies and alcohol ice-cubes. I painted my face on the side of a building and painted the brain w/the side of my wall.
Keep flipping out. Try sober. Keep up the dominos.
Spent millions on plastic surgery to correct my sagging bottom and became foot model for fetish sites and amputee calenders.
Fell in love thru--
Rationed the microwave dinners w/small knives that aroused.
Why must I know God?
Not when there is such a thing as fog.
See this dance? It's called one more limp thru days alone.
I swam thru another--never pretty but buying time until the race was complete and I could chew off my tongue and freeze it with the bags of mixed veggies and alcohol ice-cubes. I painted my face on the side of a building and painted the brain w/the side of my wall.
Keep flipping out. Try sober. Keep up the dominos.
Spent millions on plastic surgery to correct my sagging bottom and became foot model for fetish sites and amputee calenders.
Fell in love thru--
Rationed the microwave dinners w/small knives that aroused.
Why must I know God?
Not when there is such a thing as fog.
See this dance? It's called one more limp thru days alone.
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HAPPY FUTURE.