Bloodshot rimmed red, don’t shoot; Until you see the glossy eggs over-easy whites of our eyes. It’s breakfast played over and over again. Ticking down…
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You are not me [I am not you] But had the Celestial [had Sexual bodies] [Been Birthed] placed in a different array Had the seas…
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Perhaps the depravity of man is much more intimate than we would like to believe That it is vested in our subconscious like Russian nesting…