Intricute disfunctional fumes create unwanted asphyxia

[baculumcyaenon]

headlines catch your unwanted attention, enormous bold print disseased with the untold fames, demises, extrapalate reiterated whoredoms of a sickly people.
I'm ready to dancea microcosm of technicolored lights and sounds grasps at my face, pulling every fiber of my clothes stitch by stitch, unraveling organs, coiling them into a wet pile until

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[stiletostaccato]

I think in Raskolnikov's idea of a Neitchzian superman there somehow has the be the holder of the womb (superwoman) as well. i think that person's you girl, someone who can devour other people's bad dreams and sadness and still look at the bloodshot eyes and kiss whispers into them. You're still, like a placid lake of holy water, and yet god knows what writhing underwater creatures sprout additional limbs beneath the surface. I think it's lovely, all together, and I miss our mixing roots of hair that twist when the sun hits them. Everything you're moving towards has already been predetermined, but that doesn't mean you have to hike up that road without a dyed-hair companion. I'm coming home, and so are you babe.