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i visited my doctor the other day i guess i’ve found my poison of choice pepto-bismol pink– i take it twice a day, drown it in the morning once when i ****** a contact to my pupil watching it slump till dry tears soil my eyeliner smolder its way in another on my second attempt rake my fingers through my iris during some end-of-the-day ******** / because when does it ever come out on the first try? he told me to make sure i have one of those cute tiny plastic cups– the secret lies in playing pretend: i’m having a tea party pinky up light sipping and all my best friend with me in the mirror i feel it ooze down my throat choking me in swallowing-bubblegum-type fashion. I leave it to rot. In hindsight, I think it's something about the hot thickness: tar tastes the same as honey if it burns you enough after all.
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Oct 22, 2024
Oct 22, 2024 at 3:51 PM UTC
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i visited my doctor the other day i guess i’ve found my poison of choice pepto-bismol pink– i take it twice a day, drown it in the morning once when i ****** a contact to my pupil watching it slump till dry tears soil my eyeliner smolder its way in another on my second attempt rake my fingers through my iris during some end-of-the-day ******** / because when does it ever come out on the first try? he told me to make sure i have one of those cute tiny plastic cups– the secret lies in playing pretend: i’m having a tea party pinky up light sipping and all my best friend with me in the mirror i feel it ooze down my throat choking me in swallowing-bubblegum-type fashion. I leave it to rot. In hindsight, I think it's something about the hot thickness: tar tastes the same as honey if it burns you enough after all.
after Maggie Nelson but what goes on in you when you talk about color as if it were a cure when you have not yet stated your disease –Maggie Nelson. Bluets
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Oct 22, 2024
Oct 22, 2024 at 3:51 PM UTC
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