put together like a w a tch ?
Th e fl e sh a nd b lo od club
play a n a ct in my sc ri pt .
in the un lit morning their alarms signal
their g o get ready for my day p r o g r am-- (not be named) the spectator, button presser flips to
c h anne l 1
"brushteeth" cam:
I spit in the sink stalk him like a hound
shit a big stink got in found out
Control determined will.
Leftover actors tak ing a smoke break in side the ve n ts, casually, hiss my name
One of the m fro w ns at me ever y six s miles
A ny\no ne of it real
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that last visit to the golfcourse, do you remember the conversation about existence theory: something about this all being a dream of someone in a coma; or maybe someone's already dead but we're not there in time yet I DONT KNOW and its driving me CRAZY. H E L P. S O S.
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