la honte et la voie

do you mind if i put my leg through that hole in your ceiling ? im hoping some beautiful songs will play and we will live happily

turn around in your bed . and make haste ! do it quickly. let the toenails snag on the sheets. sweat dripping

a suggestion of a little horse amidst the monologue . intuition's failings. alcoholism. tiny cow. with a stupid bell

balls in the briars

smells insane. neurodovirgent funkkkk.........

i gaf

just extracted resin from a tree and sold it to a rock i found in the asphalt

your gay

bulch

your bones are insanely small and contain hardly anything

slugs can spread 10000000000000000000000000000kilometres in either direction

i have been defined by a shortcoming , an interlocking grid of impulses and consequential consummation of the latter

big fucking lettuce lea f

titanium cube sliding ing in flush in perfectly engineered gap , dark sky above

hhhhhhh nhhhhh (ouoouu)......(inhalation) *gesticulates* ————— time to die