Young heart. Bleed fire into dawn. Set alight mystic souls and free those awesome ghosts and ghouls. Its high time for a haunting. Cut the world in half. Exist only on the plate of freedom. Ignore their collective howls. Yours is a violent sneeze. An instrument to shatter planets. Set ablaze a secret. To reveal ten thousand truths.

band of hipsters

the nu kind of gallop

i've eaten bigger monsters

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Another world forms itself in the back of my eyelids. I see happiness elves there. I see a future like a supernova. I see other things too. Your mouth. A perfect oval hole gnawing its way through my core. I am now aware that God gave u teeth. I hereby swear to tread lightly next time. She also gave claws it seems. And all she gave me were things of excretion. Tear ducts weakened by age. Veins that steer blood way too disarray. Sweat pores that quiver even when you're not near.

boredom and natalie portman.

Robot dance into my wrist. You’ve earned your place there. As if I borrowed my slit from your prized collection.

forked

Killer beasts from 'Bashir' greet screen at resolution 1020 x infinity. Trap her there. Make her slave demon via netherworld hypnosis. What do you predict a future can hold? Something as absolute as the click of a mouse? As winged as a virtual penny? Weighty like a digital word? U see. Shit becomes never-ending when you create it that way. And we have. Therefore control your spit. Electronic=everlasting. Caution serpent. Bite back your digital poison.

spent

Hold mouth to breast. Milk thy words. Claw fragile torso. the end is better when its sudden. Thrust against a neat and curious bone. Insert orgasm here. Hollow sheets catch breathy whispers. Could live forever like tonight.