Another year of getting told how
to live off the land
by the wolves and thunder gods.
Mother nature
and her helping hands
around my throat.
choking on the forever smoke
of dreams that burn like city churches
in the days of yore.
Youre one of those people
who know me better than
i know myself
living in shattered mirrors
with an attic full of bat shit.
You were crazy like the bible pages
we made into paper airplanes
and smashed into lego buldings.
With furiocity in each step
we crushed the land
never giving a fuck
that tomorrow might be
the last day we ever talk
we were already extinct.
dinosaur bones
grinding against wet panties.
clutching crosses
glowing in the darkness
xrays from my
kitty of the month calandar
shower us in a way
that we melt
and our hearts just so happened to clash
like a comet
on the night we met.
it was flint striking
in a blackout room.
creating what sounded like beats
that kept going on
and on
and on.
and on.
and on.
and on.
and on.
and
off.
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Next Weeks Episode
Killer iceage faggots #23
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