2:54 am.Wed May 31
A box full of sharp objects; the used Slightly abused, maybe weathered. Never mothered but malnourished and greedy in a sense of ever had. Simple man like an animal like a greedy fly. Proclaim your love for me to the heavens. I am god. Nobody will give you a more god like appearance. Save the screams for sex and liquor. Chocolate and Percocets deliver us from clutter. Deliver us from evil, deliver me from you.
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