I did my time, and I want out. So effusive. Fade. It doesn't cut,. The soul is not so vibrant. The reckoning, the sickening. Packaging subversion. Pseudo-sacrosanct perversion. Go drill your deserts,.
"Duality". I push my fingers into my eyes. It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache. But it's made of all the things I have to take. Jesus, it never ends, it works it's way inside. If the pain g
