Wag spill

the punctured pulse of time replenishes thee

nothing but a burst balloon so many are

while i orbit around the longitudes and latitudes of he and she -

they whipped me well

i am so obsessed with 'they' compounded

that somewhere i lost i

walk i do

breathe i do

morbid existence type calls do exist

necessary pessimism is such a buzzkill

why don't you look at his stiff tail wagging

why dont you do something

why dont you laugh at his stiff tail wagging

smell spices from the broth

unteach and teach

you be better dear damned son