life lacks luster
im still addicted to brand new, cigarettes, caffeine, and paint.
latex and acrylics swim in my veins feigning blood to the passerby
i feel poetic but i feel that squashing it would be more fun and exciting
the more i care for something the more i want to rip the antennas off of it and watch it squirm. i want to destroy everything
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