

AutolobotomyIt didn't happen.Autolobotomy
He used you.
It didn't happen.
You liked it.
It didn't happen.
Everyone knows.
It didn't happen. It didn't happen. It didn't happen.


Callous, Spring-LoadedI give you nothing, and yet you come. Silent, crackling energy,Callous, Spring-Loaded
a tense crescendo and then
a sickening snap. electricity humming through wires.
I gave you nothing.


let me be dirt.Those yellow flowers I used to covet,let me be dirt.
dusk fields of weeds over grown. Kudzu vines drape loving, desperate above a trailer home. Intermittent silk and glass, rust and mold.
My childish love affair; Dilapidation is my nostalgia. I was born of the dirt and the scum of the earth. My heart is a sucking riptide, loathing the linear passage of time.
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If you were the last person on Earth, how beautiful would your artwork be?
then i started to look at some of your other works.
you're really good, and it was an honor to be watched!
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Everyone is a puppet--it's how tight the strings are tied that affects you.
You laugh because I'm different. I laugh because you're all the same.
A friend will bail you out of jail. A best friend will be sitting by you, saying, "Damn! That was fun."
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Everyone is a puppet--it's how tight the strings are tied that affects you.
You laugh because I'm different. I laugh because you're all the same.
A friend will bail you out of jail. A best friend will be sitting by you, saying, "Damn! That was fun."
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