M M mm...


i'm willing to leave it there collecting dust. who knows, maybe it will grow a mold of itself and form a pair of legs and walk away.


exist if none of this is real

i am stuck behind a dry, fake


..and so nostolgic that it feigns some depth

please, bake me and some mental scars. some fragments, some change and all that loose debris as i go up in flames

smash your pretty face up against the glass. the world is not real no more.



mmMmmm..!

..and upon, MMMust it soon to leave this approach..?

THE CONCRETE WILL MAKE THEM INSANE


...and that is all i could think of your cultures as i was staring at the concrete.


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