My bank account is a tragic place to be...

I am broke. Give me money.

Idiots.

WASTE OF FUCKING TIME

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MY WINGS ARE BURNING

.....and I'm rubbing my legs together.

Idiot Circus

With a rapid jerk motion of the insect spasm,

I inject fear into the idiot circus.

DIRT AND DEPRESSION

I sleep in the dirt

My head always above mud level

this is what I have created for myself

A nice sized hole in the earth

I work hard to keep this dug

Worms are friends

Decay is the scent

A Groundhog is my Mailman

and this is what I have created for myself.

WHAT'S KEEPING YOU?

They all crawl


towards the same door


feeling


beating


breathing the floor beneath


their sick


tired


pale bodies.





I tell them all I'm sorry.