we stomp the child monster. my blood goes so far as to break its promise to leave my body. a dog with a broken jaw whimpers beside the unthawed baby of the odd seamstress whose love of bubble wrap is genuine. god says in the same voice step away from the vehicle as a boy close to his attacker touches himself under his breath. The Jesus
can’t hear in the dark. the last thing I see is making this up.
Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 7:56 PM UTC
we stomp the child monster. my blood goes so far as to break its promise to leave my body. a dog with a broken jaw whimpers beside the unthawed baby of the odd seamstress whose love of bubble wrap is genuine. god says in the same voice step away from the vehicle as a boy close to his attacker touches himself under his breath. The Jesus
can’t hear in the dark. the last thing I see is making this up.
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