kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill (blood thirsty for mucous)

[baculumcyaenon]

I've compared myslef to a flower my entire life.
and i'll do it again right now.
but this time it's through a camera lens, shot through a concorse of events, used for experimental educational purposes, not just for the care free paruser of excavation.
I am a frame, not a flower this time. a cataclysmic out of focus moving image sped up, capturing

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[trashface]

aenonnnnn!

i miss you chica!

[stiletostaccato]

something's been keeping you up at night, and it just might be all those ghosts sleeping in your bed at once. I wish I knew what shadows looked like to you, like i could climb behind your perception and drape curtains around your hazel-green retinas. Whenever you want to scratch your words into something, when talking runs can't fill in the spaces between empty walls, I'd be there to grab your nails into my hands. I'm always here babe, and maybe i'll have to personally replace those things that somehow won't leave you alone with my fingers making signs in front of your sleeping face.
You are beautiful, I love you.