zaftigg

run to keep the parts in motion
good to go
good for the wear
rusted through and through and through this silver spoon lifestyle was never anything I wanted
all the bits and pieces are rusted through clinging to the flesh and kinking around the organs

thought we were done with this is never going to end simply press down harder if you want to get to the sweet spot where it hurts the way we keep going on a merry-go-round until everyone meets a post apocolyptic angel made of rusted over fleshy bayonette bits pressing down on me to force the truth out there will never come back because, quite frankly, trust died when I fucked my savoir for a bucket of nails down your back

fuck, I think I've let myself go again

cl0ck


ice storm. half inch of ice around the crocus' outside. and now my bedroom is going to be comandeered by my great aunt... it doesn't annoy me that I have to sleep elsewhere, it annoys me that I have to tidy up. fuckin cock ass. fuckin ice storm. and still I have to work. If ever there were a time for me to scream it would be wait for it wait for it wait for it wait

for it




now


cl0ck eat me opolous