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Andre Apr 2015
Marzipan from orifices tastes like ***.

Gross.
Fin.

**Like a dolphin.
Andre Mar 2015
I am not dead.
Ha!
I ache.
I curl into a fist.

...Ashes to ashes...
A single, calcified tear.
You heard me.
...The darkness...

Clambake!

Inside a dream, inside a dream, inside a dream.
Don't pet the cat that way.
You sent this to me in your sleep.
DO YOU HEAR ME SAYING NOTHING?
...Nothing.
The end.
Andre Mar 2015
Is this thing on?

— The End —