Aug 14, 2006 23:39
every compliment is a worm surfacing for you to eat and be poisoned. you escape and return leaving craters like wounds. I am desolate moon. I taste plain. i'm a stranded fragment that exists only to be used by you. You fabricated gravity to try and raise my self esteem. I countered with an occassional phone call and shuttle mission. gross.
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fuck you by the way
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