I hate the momentAfter I cumAnd open my handTo let the wet paperFallInto the toilet
An eighth of a teaspoon
A fraction of you
She’s here all the time But it felt like the right day to visit I don’t actually think she’s here But it’s the last anchor she laid…
Ten years Is a long time To remember To reflect To reckon
if you don’t stop drinkingyou’ll be dead in a year
When God kills a prophet the whole cosmos gets darkerIt’s something fundamental in the…
Going to a funeralGoing to wear blackGoin to a funeralAin’t never comin back
I don’t see the police in the same light as my peers… can you blame me?
Future fights by candlelight, at least the church was full.
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You cannot call my name.