there was a face on the mountain
though, a lot less terrifying in daylight
my fingers are so slow
i never smoked this many times before
everyone is a slug when you think about it
i mean, you as a person are not natural
we love a court jester
i just don’t know which one of us it is
what dress are you wearing?
what color is the sky in your world?
i think i aged half my life away
i think we all have
she looks so much older
though, this was just last week
i live in a shoebox with three other people
and everyone i’ve been hanging out with is gonna get cancer because the longer you hold it, the more fucked up you are
sorry i missed you last night
i wanted to die
i messed up a lot
but it’s called planning your death
i think
so, what do you do about that?
you cry
you really do
are you awake?
i wrote you a poem
glad i could inspire something
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