2:54 am. Wed, May 31
A box full of sharp objects; the used slightly abused, maybe weathered. Never bothered but malnourished and greedy in a sense of never had. A simple man is like an animal, like a greedy fly. Proclaim your love for me to the heavens. I am God! Nobody will grace you with a more god-like appearance Save the screams for sex and liquor, chocolate and Percocets deliver us from declutter. Deliver us from evil, deliver me from you ...
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