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Jun 2012
my mind is infected and i feel rejected
people are burning holes in my back while i pick out knives to get even
i always make myself look like an animal
satan's shape shifting self satisfies while i pseudo phallocentric contradict
i never make eye contact so i won't be turned into black crystals like everyone else but if this is true then how do we connect...?
lonely and happy or fulfilled and miserable
wait what?
who gives a **** we're all just cold hungry rats
living life through garbage and eating everyone else's ****
infectious diseases and ****** up leeches
you are what you eat, you are what you eat, you are what you eat
naked vomited trash
hail to king rat
Props to Taleia, for not hanging herself off a tree last Tuesday.
Tameria
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