that play. sharp as a crack. coffee truck. where is my. morning chai. at the rise of the dawn. the complexity worn. out. to shine. with sublime. high. empyreal absurdity, peals of merry laughter, end of the world. right here. with me. these bells. tuned to each other. deeply, richly, a sonorous oration. remove it, detach. our favorite artists. have gone bersek. vegan innocence.
now I feel
what you feel
what.you.feel
this fundamentalism is fucked
now I feel
what you feel
what.you.feel
this fundamentalism is fucked
posted by Zosja at 10:40 AM
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incubus/sucubus/damn it nobody is here to play. oversouls - infested, left for dead. we've fallen in the space between.when you saw monsters they were there and .Daddy, Angels, God! .when you prayed they should have listened.
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