a thousand bitter cups and i will drink them all

[tsukiflower]

and this is what happens everytime i turn around and i find there is still somebody with big head blocking the veiw. last night rolling in the wet grasses my feet wrapped in bandages to hide from the musk of full moon, protection in the ground from rattling insects and a sixth sense buzzing. a beautiful river and i puked into it, hard. the stars

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[sulphuroxide]

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alex lee
6425 north figueroa street
los angeles, ca 90042