and it will flow like oil.
It will grip like a lion's jaw
sinking into the flesh of my neck.
Nothing's about to change.
The vicious cycle of
reminiscence to
recession to
unresponsiveness
is a gift that just keeps on fuckin' giving.
Until I have nothing left to give.
I'm finished.
Sep 24, 2012
Sep 24, 2012 at 2:17 PM UTC
and it will flow like oil.
It will grip like a lion's jaw
sinking into the flesh of my neck.
Nothing's about to change.
The vicious cycle of
reminiscence to
recession to
unresponsiveness
is a gift that just keeps on fuckin' giving.
Until I have nothing left to give.
I'm finished.
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