i’ll just get... nothing new where i’ve been aged 16 before the prom with a stretched ponytail aged 17 about 20kg lighter... what does it matter... it’s not like christ was crucified weighing in at 120kg on the cross.*

it’s in belgium; d’uh!
there’s an umbrella open in my house,
and there’s a rose blooming in autumn...
and there’s me with the catwalk brigade looking
at cats taking a stroll into individuality taking care
of not caring about fashionistas in **** khaki;
because like ****-smear mattered to originate
a sun-trail-tan of the sunrise libido of theory in unwelcome
art scorching into fashion of the tightened cancerous
grip with lard tanning to excuse -
well... originated from this, excuse my spellcheck.