and walk upon it like i was
losing my god damn mind
flourescent blood pours
from my birdfeet weeping.
a catalog of my past indiscretions
listed like a wrap sheet
burnburnburn the backs of my eyelids with your certainty
because i can't help feel amused
by newspaper clippings of murders
and crime reports of junkies
ODing on their own useless
intoxication
i have bred myself in the form
of all my pastlives
fistfucked into oblivion
by some feeling i created
to piss off levelheaded citizens
with too much free time
welcome to a version
of all your fantasies
gone completely
wrong
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