Sep 2015
9/16/2015
lately I've felt the pink **** of my metal cranium
swishing with every throttle
i close my eyelids touch my skin
i dont feel real
in the end of july i felt like a disembodied heart on the streets of
bowery and village
vowed never again to the pink drying milk
lately I've felt the pink **** of my metal cranium
swishing with every throttle
i close my eyelids touch my skin
i dont feel real
in the end of july i felt like a disembodied heart on the streets of
bowery and village
vowed never again to the pink drying milk
i disassociated while on presidone for poison ivy. this is a poem about calamine lotion...
