I want to marry a lighthouse sweeper
so she can keep me clean,
dust makes my lungs hurt
more and more each year.

Highschool is over.
okay...
I'm waiting for the sentimental feelings,
the tears, the goodbyes, the parties,
anything?

nope.

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I wish
I had more guns. etc. etc.

Fuck. I wish I cared more.

Fuck you. All of you. Why? becuase I feel like it.

I'm wanting to say that this dim light
is of heavenly descent but I'm
afraid of finding out that it is nothing
special. The grey that infests
my vision is met with a fantastic green,
That of grass,
all around.
Below the dismal overcast sky,
I am stunned by the clash of
sky to grass, and beyond that
the pleasant salty-ness of the
ever churning Atlantic.
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I wish to be buried beneath the sea.

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A clock will strike ( Read more... )