dont look on
Shoot myself in the noon after daylight.
A view of yesturdeath above all the radiowavessporting eventsand laundry People begin tearing their blankets of faces
Spots of mixtapescollapse in hasteour movements so swift,i've forgotten the taste.Clean my face with reflection aid.
clean my face with renegade would have been better
(renegade fits pretty.)with a trot elegant, good men flee whining sirens pin obese imaginations exacthail those combined to greedleave the rest, save me
Fiascos. Tea. Keggers in backyards of drummers and mascots. Fleas. Fiending for bloody hands and a bucket full to the top of blackberries.Pointing the barrel at mirror. Under blanket, love the blind hate the free.
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Shoot myself in the noon after daylight.
A view of yesturdeath above all
the radiowaves
sporting events
and laundry
People begin tearing their
blankets of faces
Spots of mixtapes
collapse in haste
our movements so swift,i've forgotten the taste.
Clean my face with reflection aid.
clean my face with renegade would have been better
(renegade fits pretty.)
with a trot elegant, good men flee
whining sirens pin obese imaginations exact
hail those combined to greed
leave the rest, save me
Fiascos. Tea. Keggers in backyards of drummers and mascots. Fleas. Fiending for bloody hands and a bucket full to the top of blackberries.
Pointing the barrel at mirror. Under blanket, love the blind hate the free.
Post a Comment